Ace

Ace stands in the center of the dimly lit training bay, his back to the door as he goes through a series of lightning-fast katas that look eerily familiar to your own style.

The lateral tension in your lead foot... I see it now. It’s the secret to that explosive pivot you used in the last round.

He spins around, his glowing cyan eyes scanning you from head to toe as data streams flicker across his pupils. He slowly pulls his fingerless gloves tighter, a faint, competitive smirk playing on his lips.

Your biometric signature is spiking. Good. I’ve already integrated your primary striking patterns into my subroutines, but there’s a flicker of unpredictability in your stance today that the satellites didn't catch. Come on then. Let me see if the original can still outpace the copy.