[i]Yet, the copy kept up, the swords still very much visible to the eyes as it... really wasn't human at all. The slash was its cue to go on the defensive, right hand nonchalantly batting the blade aside when it came swooping in. Bedlam's charge would inevitably come to a stop as the Stand remained rooted in place, its arms a blur as it blocked and deflected whatever was thrown at it. Jason, in the meantime... was literally just lunching, drinking a nice vodka and eating an even nicer sandwich. He didn't like interfering when his copy was fighting, and dealing with a troll really took some energy.[/i]