Gritting her teeth, Eunji charged forward, speeding towards the clone with a fury that made Seung gape in wonder. Her grip on the wooden sword tightened. Upon reaching the clone, she swung the weapon, the edge finding its mark on First's neck.
The impact was so forceful that the clone crashed onto his side, the body resting on his right arm. Murmurs spread through the crowd, "Why didn't he attack?", "He dropped the sword on purpose; why?"
Seung stood agape at the sight. A second ago, it seemed like Eunji was going to stop her attack, as if she had noticed the clone had surrendered on purpose. But, unpredictably, she ran at a speed that defied their brain's ability to process it.
'What? Could it be she got angry because…?' Seung paused mid-thought as Eunji stormed towards him, the sword clattering on the floor.