“What-” Kain’s question is cut off as the manikins emerge. The disturbing thing is, they resemble them, except for their monochromatic coloration. He’s never seen anything like it… and yet… there’s a certain creepy sense of familiarity at the same time. Bringing his lance around into a ready position, Kain seriously hopes he still remembers how to use this thing. But it seems some memories are ingrained a little more deeply than others…

“Watch out!” Kain cries out as he jumps, springing into the air to strike at the Kain-shaped manikin. Fortunately, he has no problems going all out against something resembling himself… and in a way it feels right somehow, as if fighting himself were something he’s long wanted to do. It makes little sense. But there’s no time to think about it now, all he has to do now is fight.