[ there's a body in the mix that fights back, bashing heads into walls, breaking legs, disarming and disabling. his moves are sloppy but brutal and effective, his drugged fatigue fueled only by adrenaline and anger. shirtless, kipo can see he's covered in a smattering of old scars, but his back is rough and ragged, stitches caked with dried blood. ]
doppelgangers
Idiot... What the hell... are you doing here...