This was one of the rare occassions where Olivia and Oliver found themselves separated. Their mother had sent them off on their own adventures, requesting supplies from all over town. It was their father's birthday and they had to collect the ingredients for his favorite meal. Unfortunately those ingredients were wider spread than the children of the Rift themselves. So Olivia found herself on the eastern end of the market while her brother was on the west. With a bag full of bread and spices Olivia walked down the street, carefully avoiding bumping into others. The crowd seemed to be parting around someone who had hair just like Olivia. She stopped short and stared at what looked like her own face. "Oliver?" Olivia asked out loud. She felt a weird reaction from her brother, but did not see the one she was looking at it make a reaction. Yes, dear sister? Oliver asked from the other side of the market. He slowed to a stop when he saw Olivia looking back at him from through the crowd.
Confusion passed through their link, followed by sudden suspicion. The other Oliver raised his hand and twitched his fingers. Olivia heard a twang and her brother shout at the same time. "Olivia!" She turned and held the bag in front of her, managing to stop most of the projectiles shot from a puppet. A few of them grazed her and one found its way into her thigh. Olivia grunted with the pain and quickly threw down her bag. Oliver did the same and together they attacked. The false Olivia began to weave seals just as the real one did, but their attacks were very different. Olivia generated a rift and leaped through, constantly creating more and more doors. She opened four rifts in total and as she leaped through more of her began to appear. Thirty two Olivias popped up, the thirty third being the real one. Each one of them scattered as the false Oliver tried a counter attack. He pulled his puppet back around and towards himself as the Olivias closed in the distance. The real Olivia formed seals, and the others did as well. The trick was only one of them was actually going to cast a technique. The false Oliver twitched his fingers and forced his puppet to shoot out a multitude of projectiles. The Olivias dipped and dodged, one even taking the hit for the actual one to continue. Twelve of the Olivias engaged on the puppet while the others began to savagely beat the puppeteering Oliver. Olivia hesitated for just a moment before attacking, releasing a giant gale of dozens of blades of wind. All of them aimed at the false Oliver. She turned away, not wanting to see even the fake Oliver die.
Oliver was having a harder time with the false Olivia. She was using wind and rifts against him, their own tactics. On top of that it was distracting for him to worry about the real Olivia. She seemed to be handling her own but that did not keep him from watching every now and then. One of those times earned him a blast of wind so powerful it lifted him off his feet and sent him right into a wall behind him. Oliver whipped out the puppet Phantom, knowing Olivia had forgone it in favor of one of their tactics they deemed 'Flood'. He was proud of her in that moment, though he also did not want to watch himself die. To both exist and not exist at the same time was indeed mind boggling. Oliver turned phantom around and unleashed the blades upon its arm, maneuvering him around the gust of wind to get to her. Each time Phantom managed to get close false Olivia knocked it away with wind or threatened to destroy it with rifts. It was then that Oliver got the idea. He formed seals and eyed six locations, each seemingly random. This time he shot phantom forward as if he was charging the Olivia again. She began to generate more wind, but this time Oliver opened a rift right in front of Phantom. The puppet disappeared and reappeared, just to the left of the false Olivia. It launched its arms forward and skewered Olivia, making Oliver turn his head away. Even if it was fake, it was still the image of his sister dying.
