Tzura stands silently in the forest clearing, his eyes closed and his hands pressed together as if he is praying to his God. He takes several slow breaths and as he inhales, the air around him seems to sparkle with diamond dust. But when he exhales the dust pulsates and seems to vanish. After several minutes of this meditation he slowly extends his arms to the front, palms facing outward and fingers together. When he does this, the diamond dust follows his movement, forming a rather large glittering cloud at his front. He then slowly clenches his open hands to form a fist and the dust molds into a clone of himself which stands in the same position as he does. The clones features are spot on and no one would be able to tell the difference between the two, save that the clone is translucent.
Tzura smiles as he opens his eyes to examine his work and the clone imitates his movements. It may look like him, but its mind is like that of a newborn. A blank canvas in which he can do what he wants with. After examining the living statue of himself, Tzura re-clenches his fists and assumes his fighting stance. His front leg takes slides foreword and he places most of the weight on his back leg, similar to that of the mantis fighting style and his clone does the same.
After watching the clone imitate him, Tzura hopsteps towards it and jabs it in the chest multiple times, almost breaking his hand in the process, "Why in the hell did I think that I could punch a diamond?" he says aloud and the clone imitates him by pushing into him and using the same jabs on his stomach, chest and insides of his shoulders, causing his arms to be completely useless.
"When in doubt... Well, shit..." he says and the clone forms the same mouth movements, unable to truly speak. But until he is able to use his arms again he switches into a Tae Kwon Do stance and axe kicks the clone, his heel driving into its 'collarbone'. Much to his surprise the clone grabs his foot and pushes it upward, causing Tzura to backflip and land on his stomach, his ears ringing from the impact. He then rolls onto his back and does a kip up to avoid the sweep kick the clone uses in an attempt to crack his head wide open.
Once he is back on his feet, his arms still hanging limply beside him, the clone does the same axe kick but he manages to avoid it and counters with a spinning back kick with his left foot. This catches the clone square in the chest, sending it crashing through one of the many trees.