Jace Vs The Assassin

Jace Sterling's heart pounded as he faced off against the assassin, a formidable opponent with the uncanny ability to transform into smoke. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles tense with anticipation. He'd never encountered an enemy quite like this before.

The assassin moved with lightning speed, his form blurring as he darted across the arena. Jace's eyes struggled to keep up, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew he had to act fast, to come up with a strategy before the assassin wore him down.

With a thought, Jace summoned a swarm of duplicates. They materialized around him, each an exact copy, ready to engage. But the assassin merely laughed, his body dissolving into a wisp of dark smoke. He reappeared outside the circle of duplicates, completely unscathed.

Frustration bubbled up in Jace's chest. He dismissed the duplicates with a wave of his hand, deciding to try a different approach. Maybe one-on-one combat would yield better results.