DoppelJason smirked, flipping the kris knife and catching it in midair before he ran at Jason, seemingly unencumbered by the water and rice sloshing around his calves. He didn't slow as he neared his original, slicing twice up from Jason's navel to nose, trying to cut him open like a butterflied porkchop.
"You're just too--" Tommy-ganger was starting to say when the vortex hit him in the chest and sent him flying off his feet. Apparently he hadn't spent any time learning all these special speed tricks and when he slammed into solid ground twenty yards away, he was out cold. He might not have been out for long, but as soon as he was down, he shimmered and disappeared; defeated.
DoppelCheshire remained out of sight, but she was growing tired of playing and thrust her sai at regular!Cheshire, hoping to drag it across her back and deliver the poison into her blood stream. No muss, no fuss.