My Clones

'Tck. Those bastards have exhausted all my clones.'

Jester thought to himself as he looked at an exhausted Vladimir.

"Huff. Huff." Vladimir was bruised and battered and could barely stand.

They have been fighting for over 15 minutes now, with Vladimir not being able to get a single hit.

Jester, on the other hand,.

"Jester's Elbow!" He dodged a strike from Vladimir and hit him with a spinning elbow.

He continued dancing around the large man while dodging all of his attacks.

Vladimir had been on the receiving end of a terrible onslaught of attacks from the clown.

This seems to have infuriated Vladimir even more.

Vladimir swung his hammer once again, only to miss the clown, as he had sidestepped him.

Losing his balance due to fatigue, Vladimir stumbled to regain balance.

"Jester's Kitchen Knife." With a swift movement, he slashed through the chest of Vladimir, and blood splattered all over his mask.

Jester took a deep breath and said, "Mhmm, don't you just love the scent of blood

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