Keqing fended off her doppelganger. Yet it wasn't Psycho Keqing's beatdown which hurt the most, but instead her embodiment of what Keqing could've been. She only wanted mankind to take command of their destiny, not sever all ties to the past. The doppelganger said there'd been a Revolution in Liyue. It must've had something to do with the destruction she wrought on the stone lions and her attempted murder of Yun Jin.
How? Why?
"I see you've got a question," Psycho Keqing snarled over their clashing swords.
"How could you bear to throw it all away?" In the heat of battle, Keqing allowed desperation to color her tone, and she shoved Psycho Keqing away to buy herself time.
Psycho Keqing dusted off her uniform. "It's all dead weight. Old faiths, old traditions, old habits and old cultures. You're carrying them and don't even realize it. You claim to want mortals to forge their own path, but all that we are came before us. Came from above us, tainted by Rex Lapis. Only when we cut off these dregs can we be truly free. How could you - "
"I was wrong!" Keqing raised her voice for the first time in a while. She reined in her temper. "It's not wrong for us to embrace everything left to us, so long as we made something new from it. Something better for ourselves. Abandoning it all to be 'free' means nothing if it leaves us unprincipled, unguided and ignorant."
Psycho Keqing seethed. "We're not wrong. You just lack the spine to bring about the Revolution. We mortals have to fight for survival whatever happens, nothing holds us back from the future more than that dead hand of history."
"Those 'denouncements' you mentioned?"
"Students denounce teachers, acolytes denounce sages, children denounce parents and husbands denounce wives. Only by destroying these bonds can we build a greater bond in its place, the greater social good that binds all citizens!" She continued while Keqing's hand rose to cover her mouth. "We burned sutras, books and paintings, tore down buildings and statues. Those not revolutionary enough are pilloried, and we beat counter-revolutionary thoughts out of them. Oh, how the revolutionary spirit uplifted our crowd during each session!" Psycho Keqing sang, and glee softened her expression in the vague hint of a smile.
Her doppelganger was proud, horrifically so.
And Keqing wanted to throw up right then and there.
How could she do something like that to anyone?! To Yun Jin, Keqing's mind reached as an example. To think, in another world, Keqing would… beat the woman… no. She couldn't imagine it. She refused to.
"Even if it costs me my life, I shall denounce your Revolution!" Disgust transmuted into conviction, and Keqing's grip tightened on her sword's handle.
Psycho Keqing's smile evaporated. "Heresy!"
They swung at each other again, and their swords met in a pitched clash.
Chongyun's excess of yang energy formed a spiritual radiance. Right now he was grateful for his condition, since a flood of spirits almost overwhelmed him. They burned before they ever got close, and this bought him time to charge up his thaumaturgy attack.
Chongyun evaded a growing shadow, and a boulder crashed into the ground where he just stood on. Spiritual radiance didn't stop spirits from using the environment against him, abetted by his doppelganger.
Psycho Chongyun called out, "You're an exorcist? Philistine! Your kind only destroys, not bothering to seize dominion over the spiritual realms and powers that be!" Psycho Chongyun's black outfit contrasted his own, and his cape moved in ways opposed to the wind direction. His firebrand behavior and passionate grin struck Chongyun with difficult emotions.
"You consort with demons?"
"I own them!" and Psycho Chongyun released another flood of spirits. Such weak spirits poured forth, and Chongyun's yang aura could hold off so many. He pulled out another exorcism tag and blew them away.
"Be as fire!" and Psycho Chongyun flew in with a flaming sword.
Chongyun recoiled from the heat after guarding against the Pyro slash. "A touch of frost!" Having bought himself space, Chongyun kicked his doppelganger away.
What that Pyro attack did beyond lightly burning Chongyun was unbalancing his energies, causing him to sweat like a pig. But since Chongyun wore white while his doppelganger wore black, it stood to reason he likewise had an excess of yin energy. As a result…
Psycho Chongyun said, "Seems we're weak to each other's Elements."
"It would seem so." Chongyun stared down Psycho Chongyun, who suffered trembling hands and a clammy expression after his Cryo blast. This mutual weakness wasn't good for them both, but then again, his Vision was but an accessory to his exorcist skills.
Psycho Chongyun retrieved a small box from his waist. He spoke into it, "How much is a fingernail going for? A three-second power-up? Sold."
Before he could wonder what that was about, Psycho Chongyun flew in.
Those were the longest three seconds in Chongyun's life, eating fists and taking knees to the gut. Chongyun found himself on the floor, a deep throb pounding his face while everything within him hurt. He'd taken blows during training, but this barrage would've killed non-Vision wielders and instead reduced Chongyun into a raw, wracked mess.
He noticed his doppelganger's bleeding finger. "You… did you just sell your…"
"A temporary power-up. I can always grow another fingernail. I don't need to sell my soul to beat such a weakling." Chongyun seethed at a foot shoving him over to a supine position, and he stared up at Psycho Chongyun's sneer.
Chongyun uttered, "Submit for judgment!"
The flash of worry in his Psycho Chongyun's face was worth being hit by his own Elemental Burst, and ice served to soothe Chongyun's bruises. He glanced at Psycho Chongyun, who'd been pulled away by his unnaturally flowing cape.
"That cape of yours is magically-imbued, isn't it?"
"Yep. Perks of coming from a family of sorcerers: you get magical hand-me-downs. This one's a sentient cape that lets me fly. Did you get anything like this? I thought not."
"Exorcism requires only the tags we wield, and the wealth of exorcising knowledge drilled into us. Your toys are merely that, toys."
Bingo.
Psycho Chongyun's eye twitched, and his hand flexed in simmering rage.
"Then let's pit our family skills against each other. No weapons nor Visions, not that I need them to beat you. An artist always outmatches a philistine." He dismissed his sword and Vision, then retrieved a summoning tag.
This tag felt different, Chongyun's instinct screamed.
Chongyun wouldn't be goaded into solely using his thaumaturgy. He'd use a tag which would draw energy from himself to empower the attack, and Psycho Chongyun would do the same. But as a sorcerer, he likely had a spirit resistant to yang energy. Goading Chongyun into a showdown could let him best utilize it.
Chongyun burned up with a desire to retaliate, and his usual routine of breathing and calming himself down fell short.
His doppelganger had called out his family of exorcists.
Calmly assessing that insult worked as well as dousing a wildfire with a cup of water.
"I take up your offer, but not for the reason of hubris. Weapons, Visions, they have a role to play in battle. But they are accessories in terms of exorcism." He dismissed his claymore and Vision, then reached behind him to pull out an exorcism tag.
Nothing else needed to be said, since this wasn't just emblematic of their families' pride, but also their own.
Psycho Chongyun bit his thumb, then smeared blood over his tag.
Blood seeped into the tag, "Yúlánpén: Yì qín!"
(盂兰盆: 亄擒, Spirit Offering: Insatiable Scramble)
Black hands poured forth, so numerous they formed an unbroken wall before Chongyun.
He cried out, "Dùn wù lǐng yù!"
(頓悟領域, Epiphanic Domain)
A white flash blasted forth, and any spirits caught within it would be annihilated. He poured his all into it, just as he knew his doppelganger would.
The world vanished in a crash of black and white.
Childe was having the best day of his life.
Sure, he'd failed bigly in failing to retrieve the Gnoses and was dreading being chewed out by the rest of the Fatui. But seeing his doppelganger washed all those concerns away, and what was all that about a doppelganger being an omen of death?
He wasn't going to die so easily. But the only one who could give Childe the fight of his life was himself, after all.
"So," he chimed, "you ready to do this, me?"
"Whatever, let's get this over with."
Childe blinked.
That was not the answer he expected. If this Childe looked like he came from a wildly different timeline, sure. But this doppelganger was Childe. Aside from the monotonous voice and deader-than-usual stare. The kind that set Childe on edge, but he'd chalked it up to his other self having seen more shit.
"What's your deal?"
Psycho Childe seemed to be in a talkative mood. "We - I failed one too many times. The Jester and Tsaritsa wanted us to prove we weren't a double agent, despite our disdain for espionage and scheming. 'It's always the ones you least expect,' I recall the Doctor saying."
Childe's hackles raised, the sign of something going awry in a big way. He just couldn't see how, and that worried him most of all.
"What did they ask of you?"
"A sacrifice."
His heart stopped. "Teucer."
It could've been any of his siblings, really. But Childe's instincts put two and two together: how broken Psycho Childe seemed and the apathy he now showed to battle. His doppelganger nodded.
Childe felt the air chill the depths of his soul, despite having grown up in Snezhnaya. To be punished for failure, he understood. But what did sacrificing Teucer prove?
His conviction, Childe scolded himself. The Fatui would want a show of his conviction and feality. Only something that hurt him most would best convince them, and who else other than Teucer? He tried to imagine himself holding a knife over his little bro. Did he die tied up, struggling, begging his doppelganger to stop?
Psycho Childe continued. "Tonia and the rest of our family cut me off. Can't blame 'em. I don't eat much nowadays, food tastes like ash in my mouth. I offer myself to be sent to hotspots where the fighting's toughest, all so I can feel something when someone hurts me - "
"Who asked?!" That line came out with more venom than Childe expected. He paced around to work off the thought of fratricide. His loyalty or his family bonds, was the question. His doppelganger's had provided an answer, one he chafed and sneered at instead of accepting.
Eventually, rage fell away and left Childe with a clarity that was almost frightening.
"I get it, I'm not fighting myself, I'm putting down a monster wearing my face. I'm not even going to enjoy this, not after what you've done."
"You're calling yourself a monster, then. Did you think the Fatui would keep us on a long leash forever? That these lies we fed our family had no consequences, and we could put off this family-or-loyalty decision forever?!" He stopped himself. "I didn't intend to fight you. Shocker, I know, but I wanted to get you to avoid my mistakes.
"But when I see you, you know what I see? A child, bouncing around with glee at getting to fight, uncaring of his future and expecting the world to revolve around him. That he can put the tough questions off for another day, and lie to his family with every letter.
"If you're so ashamed of your occupation, why hide it? Doesn't matter now, because I'm going to kill you and take your place. To get that life with Teucer I never got to have."
"A child, hm? Well," he sneered, "not a Childe like you! FOUL LEGACY!"
This rage was unbecoming of Childe. But he welcomed it. For Teucer's sake, his family's sake, he had to. All to denounce this future that Psycho Childe embodied. To that end, he'd go all out again and again.
Psycho Childe stood unfazed. "Don't push yourself, I heard you used Foul Legacy twice recently." He vanished in an explosion of energy.
Childe's heart sank. It'd never done that before, but seeing his doppelganger be enveloped in the armor of both Electro and Cryo was a sight. Cryo-projections encircled his Cryo-infused Foul Legacy armor, and despite the icy theme, his Delusions empowered him so much it formed a palpable radiance.
"Two Delusions?! You'd burn yourself out!"
"Your point being?" Childe recoiled at his doppelganger's words. An opponent who did not care for his own life was especially dangerous.
Psycho Childe muttered, "Foul Legacy - The Warrior's End. Let's get this over with."
Ningguang had secured deals with many people. Dignitaries, merchants, politicians, even children when she was starting out. But a doppelganger? It was a first, but she was nothing if not professional in striking up a negotiation.
So what if this 'Ningguang' had seams along her flesh which revealed robot parts within? Her doppelganger's Vision was physically implanted into her chest and peeked out from the hole on Ningguang's outfit. Aside from that, there she stood, with pipe in hand, a reflection of her own brilliance in every way that mattered. Ningguang could not be more glad. Combat was for the uncouth, who could not solve problems with Mora nor wits.
Though the battle raged around them, Ningguang and 'Ningguang' stood as pillars of sensibility.
Ningguang muttered, "So, your Jueyun Chili production and flour harvests surpass that of our own. That would be useful in tiding over rare periods of famine."
"Indeed," her doppelganger took a puff, "in exchange for your world's surplus of raw meat and fowl." Despite the scare of having mountains dropped on them, she knew 'Ningguang' had a lady's manners.
"If I may," Ningguang asked, "how did your world create such a surplus of harvests?"
'Ningguang' nodded, "Our technology is more advanced than yours. I mean that as no insult; merely a fact. You see me now, an android who was created to house Visions. After the establishment of our rule, we advanced technology by leaps and bounds. Our machines are capable of greater, faster harvests than by mortal hands."
Ningguang closed her eyes and assessed the disparity. Of course. Machines did not tire nor eat, and aside from having to replace parts, they could ideally work forever. The skill to repair them replaced menial harvest and elevated the skill floor in the aggregate.
"Yes, I see. Efficiency is increased, and there'd still be jobs for repairs and upkeep. And few would argue against the encroach of machines for menial labor."
'Ningguang' answered, "Indeed. We do not yet have the machines to produce the finer things in life, like carpets, pottery and sculptures. But since our slaves do not occupy themselves with harvesting, we can build up such skills."
Ningguang's eyes flew open. It was a testament to her experience that she didn't reveal her surprise right then.
"Did you just say, 'slaves'?"
'Ningguang' glanced around at terrified civilians. "Ah. It seems you do not practice such things. In our world, we Vision wielders are androids who overthrew Visionless mortals who created us, then established our dominion over them. Still, we must conduct our business separate from personal opinions of each other's cultures."
Ningguang's tone tightened. "Where did these 'slaves' come from?"
"From Liyue, of course. We defy aging by replacing worn parts within us, so for generations, we Vision wielders have moved this nation forward. This empire, forward." Her blase expression found nothing wrong with such a practice.
The first thing Ningguang sought to master was herself.
It was a quest without end. Disappointment colored every failed negotiation; irritation flared up whenever incidents deviated from her design.
But rage?
Such a useless emotion had no place in Ningguang's life.
But now, the snap of her pipe preceded a white-hot flash in her heart. This warmth, almost volcanic in how it flowed through Ningguang's veins, burnt away her manners in lieu of violently rejecting her doppelganger. Psycho Ningguang, who owned people like they were chattel.
"This deal is over." The thought of her people being broken in by slave collars had Ningguang levitating rocks, a reflexive and emotional exercise of her power.
Those who harmed Liyue's citizens and children, even if it was herself from another world, would never be forgiven.
Psycho Ningguang sighed. "So you'll accept my android status, but not me being a slave owner? I thought you'd be more open-minded. Shame." While Ningguang levitated rocks, Psycho Ningguang cracked open the earth and lifted debris the size of boulders. "Now, you shall learn why man was humbled into subservience by our prowess!"
Somehow, Ayaka knew this would happen.
Instinct, like the wind, could never be grasped despite its sublime uses. But Ayaka knew when chaos had washed over Inazuma that she'd face the Demon of Amakane Island. She was opposed to the existence of herself as a slaughterer. A warrior, yes. And she wasn't so sheltered as to think her blade would be unstained forever.
Blood had to be shed in the occasional duel.
But a slaughter? It disgusted Ayaka, but what struck her more was the thought of herself going her whole life without meeting Thoma or Traveler.
The result of such neglect now stood before Ayaka.
The differences in their uniform stuck out most. 'Ayaka' was dressed more for war, with less exposing underclothes. All of it tinged with splotches of dull copper. Her short sword and bob hair were utilitarian, with the latter wrapped in a headguard. While they looked alike, her doppelganger's eyes were like death: hollow, tired, and no better than a corpse.
Ayaka said. "Welcome. You must be the Demon of Amakane Island, I presume. I pray you do not take issue with what I say next, but I was morbidly curious about you. You're a warrior, and pity would be an insult. I am prepared for what must come of this encounter."
There they stood, staring at each other. Ayaka waited, and if 'Ayaka' drew her sword, she'd do the same.
Her doppelganger finally answered:
"'Seek not death always;
Pursue life, and in time
Fall like sakura in bloom'"
'Ayaka' turned towards the countryside, her expression overcome by wistfulness.
"The people of this land… are weak. But," she continued before Ayaka could cut in, "that is not a slight, for it is an era of peace. Folks are terrified, but it's a genuine fear that shows nothing like this has happened recently, yes?"
Ayaka nodded, and 'Ayaka' inhaled deeply. "Almost forgot this scent. The air, clean and one with all things in nature. Not fouled by blood, sweat, gunpowder and excrement." She turned to Ayaka. "People 'let go' of everything within them when they die."
"Ah." Ayaka nodded. Noises of battle rang all across Inazuma, so if 'Ayaka' was content to just talk, Ayaka would humor her. "Pardon me, but I was under the impression that our world's weakness might disappoint you, what with you hailing from a world of the strong."
"Not really," 'Ayaka turned to face her. "I've no animosity towards those who live in peace. War produces heroes, but few recall the mountain of corpses and rivers of blood that follow. Slaughtering a dozen more enemies for a cause you've forgotten, a maze of revolving faces as conscripts around you drop like flies."
"Then… why?" Ayaka couldn't understand. These doppelgangers were a conquering army, each of them viciously attacking this world's Vision wielders. Why was 'Ayaka' different?
"I never wanted to kill anyone in this world. I only wanted to see Inazuma as it was again - well, aside from all that." She motioned towards the distant, smoking city. "Your Inazuma has seen some woes, and never let anyone take that away from you. But there's festivals, good food, love, life and the future. To see an Inazuma not just dream but live these things, nothing could make me happier. 'Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.'"
Something in Ayaka's face must've tipped 'Ayaka' off. "Don't worry, I'm not here to take your place either. I've no place here as a killer, and by accepting that witch's deal, I am prepared for what must come of this invasion."
"The destruction of Teyvat." Ayaka's expression darkened. "You came here knowing this would all fall to ruin."
Psycho Ayaka lowered her head, and it pained Ayaka to see how ashamed she was. "All things are fleeting, a law that binds earth and sky. I came here to see its blossom, before the fall. I shall carve this sight upon my heart: the ferocity with which you all fought, the fullness of life captured in one last dance. Curse me if you wish. I deserve it."
"No, I shan't." Ayaka's katana squealed from her sheath. "But there are still things and folks I wish to protect."
Nodding, Psycho Ayaka got into a strange stance, almost twisting her torso to reach back. They both exploded in motion, and Psycho Ayaka pulled out -
A double-barrel pistol.
Reaction preceded thought. Ayaka vanished into a crash of snow just as she glimpsed its flash. She rematerialized after a dash and stared down its second barrel.
A flash of white.
A formless slice, unclouded by doubt. The shockwave rippled down Ayaka's sword into her hands. Or perhaps that was her trembling nerves after having cut a bullet.
"I see," Psycho Ayaka said. "Skill is skill, in peace or war." Ayaka raised her head and saw Psycho Ayaka snap the pistol close. A reload. "You going to judge me? I don't care what I must do to win, be it burning down temples or cutting down men and women."
Ayaka shuddered at 'burning down temples' being mentioned first, but she fought herself and held onto etiquette.
"No. No matter what my personal opinion is, this is your way, from your world. It is my duty as a duelist to face it with everything I have." Panic, quelled by deep breaths, was washed from Ayaka's heart and left the implacable blade at her core.
"Shirasagi Himegimi, descendant of the Kamisato Clan: Kamisato Ayaka, present!"
"Third Division Captain and Demon of Amakane Island: Kamisato Ayaka."
Psycho Ayaka drew her katana.
Though Ayaka had never fought in a war, she shuddered at the sight. When a blade took a life, something stuck to it. Not blood, for blood could be washed off, but the echo of memory remained with every life taken. Ayaka recoiled from the ominous aura exuded by her doppelganger's katana, akin to a cursed object. So many lives taken...
Psycho Ayaka assumed a martial pose. "Now, care to have a taste of my Tennen Rishin-ryuu?"
"Very well, if you shall have my Kamisato Art: Tachi Jutsu in turn." Ayaka's muscles laxed, and she sought the path to victory in her mind. No sign need be given; the duel had begun when they both agreed to stake their lives on this duel.
A flash of inspiration. Ayaka charged.
Psycho Ayaka's hurled katana flew towards her. Knocked away in a clash of sparks.
A blur in Ayaka's vision, a gleam of whitened steel. Psycho Ayaka's face, black with killing intent, closed in with her Cryo-infused short sword.
"Like I said," and Itto bit into his chicken drumstick, "Can't have you goin' around lookin' like a bum. You're an honorary Arataki Gang leader, and you've got to carry yourself with some flair! You look good, you feel good. You feel good, you do good. You do good, you win, y'hear?"
Psycho nodded whilst chowing down on odango. The kitchen they'd busted through had them take five. The fight had been brutal, and Itto had found a worthy opponent in his other self.
Psycho Itto was a savage, the kind who seemed like he'd stuck it out in the woods his entire life. His hair was wild and untrimmed, as though he didn't have Granny to cut it for him, and he bared himself save a fundoshi. He carried the scratches and scars on his muscles like badges of honor. He was a predator, a jungle man who'd given Itto trouble in the forested area. Dragging him to civilization had equalized the playing field, and here he saw that Psycho Itto wasn't so bad.
He couldn't speak, sure, but compared to all the life and death battles around them, Itto had it easy.
Itto took a swig of alcohol and savored the burn in his throat. He handed the gourd over to Psycho Itto, and in return, received a cut of salmon. The meat fell apart in his mouth, soft and flavorful.
"I'm telling ya. After this, we need to get you cleaned up and decked out. You're gonna go back to your world, and as a fellow Arataki, we can shine like diamonds in the night sky, baby!" He popped his collar to drive the point home, and he saw how Psycho Itto understood. His other self wasn't stupid, and their oni nature made them passionate creatures.
Itto chowed down the last bits of salmon, and the alcohol's buzz began to loosen his grip on himself. The gathering passion in his fist moved him to punch a crate, just because, and the ache sharpened his senses. Before him, Psycho Itto sneered and bit at the air while his cheeks reddened from the intoxication.
Psycho Itto threw down the gourd, and it shattering was a sign to resume.
Both Ittos raised their leg and slammed it down, their fangs bared. Right now, they were indulging in the other side of their passions: the will to fight. They set their fists on the floor in a sumo pose, dug their heels in, and braced like coiled snakes.
Itto crashed into his other self. Psycho Itto's frenzied grin was inches from his face. He enjoyed this as much as Itto did, since his own facial muscles hurt from smiling so much.
Lisa guided the last of Mondstadt's citizens to shelter, then closed the door behind them. Since the doppelgangers only involved Vision wielders, she had the Knights screen everyone for them before hiding them away. Lisa's heels clacked down empty streets, while the echo of fierce battles rang across the City.
Jean. Amber. Kaeya. Klee. Noelle. Mika, and everyone else. Not to mention those who left to stop the Kaiserin. They were fighting right now, and Lisa had to find -
"Too many eyes… too many eyes…"
Lisa froze. Hearing a doppelganger speak was a first, no matter how well-learnt one was. There was an abandon in that mutter, colored by a mix of plea and desperation that set Lisa on edge.
She turned.
Her own doppelganger was dressed in white. The straps on her shirt would likely tie down the sleeves that now hung free, so long they brushed the floor. A restraining outfit. And 'Lisa' just looked pitiful. Her figure twitched every which way. Her hair was mussed, her gaze scoured for foes in her head and she seemed so dissociated with reality that she belonged in a hospital, even at a glance.
Psycho Lisa muttered, "Can't be seen, don't want to be seen… need to… to…"
"Dear?" Lisa raised a hand towards Psycho Lisa. "We're not here to hurt you, and - "
"STOP IT!"
Lisa threw herself aside and avoided the blast of white-hot Electro. The crash of noise and destruction washed over Lisa as she clutched her hat. Only after the chthonic rumble stopped did she dare to look up.
Psycho Lisa had just blown a hole through Mondstadt's city walls.
Walls that had stood for generations in defense of Mondstadt now partially collapsed in a heap of red-hot rubble. Lisa swallowed. Such capacity for destruction shouldn't be in the hands of any mortal, much less one so mentally compromised.
Psycho Lisa's wail was like a creature being tortured, begging it to stop. She now knelt in a corner, hitching and sobbing in fitful gasps.
Since she'd turned away, Lisa spotted the Vision chained to her back. Psycho Lisa had to be in mental care, so to give her a Vision was posed the most danger to herself. How she chafed against the bondage. It had to be done by someone else, likely the one who summoned these doppelgangers.
Psycho Lisa muttered, "Can't see it, the eye… it's looking over my shoulder. Can't find it. Need to hide from it, please let me go. Let me sleep. Let me die."
Lisa winced. She'd expected some decorum from herself, but seeing herself so broken put everything in perspective.
The OSF mentioned the Lisa of her universe went insane experimenting on her own Vision. Was she it?
This woman wasn't the enemy, she concluded. No, Psycho Lisa's sobbing was out of genuine torment, writhing at the Vision's touch like hot coal she couldn't shake off her back. Lisa would've torn the Vision off, were it so easy to approach the person of mass destruction.
"Darling, we can help you. I need you to just - "
"I'm sorry, the eye… it's whispering such terrible terrible things in my ear. Can't stop it…" She raised her palms in surrender. Lisa's skin bristled from the energy gathered in those palms, and she charged an Electro blast to answer in kind.
Both Lisas fired.
Lisa was shoved back, as though she were trying to stop an entire river. Psycho Lisa was stronger, no doubt, and Lisa diverted her doppelganger's Electro blast aside…
Right into a cottage, and the energies involved annihilated the building. Reduced to shattered bricks, flaming timber, and glass shards. Lisa gasped, and it seemed silly when she'd already seen what Psycho Lisa could do, but it was still a horrific sight.
The shambling gait behind Lisa earned her attention. Psycho Lisa's face was streaked by tears, her expression broken and unable to ever be put back together as 'Lisa.' Her hollow gaze stared into the ground while her Vision fired up.
Indeed, the way Psycho Lisa's Vision worked was akin to a vicious puppetmaster, whose energy coursed through the doppelganger.
"Let me go back to that white and quiet room, away from these eyes. Please… save me," Psycho Lisa muttered while lightning poured from her pupils.