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- "You really are me, aren't you?" Ashari whispered under his breath. Jaune heard it. "It's like looking back in time."
- "I'm not you! I'll never be you!"
- His wild swings forced the man back, ducking and weaving without the sword he'd dropped. Aura allowed Ashari to fend the blade off with his hand, but only slight diversions and light parries. It wasn't about skill here, only overwhelming a one-armed man, so Jaune swung like he was trying to fend off a wasp with a stick, left, right, left, right, left, right. It was the kind of technique that would have made Pyrrha cry.
- —Arc Royale: Chapter 31
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