The Mirrored Scoundrel

An armed rival blocked the timber corridor! He sported an identical cocked tricorn, a matching black eyepatch, and glared with the very same unyielding sneer. I did not flinch. Puffing my chest to maximum battle gauge, I planted both orange webs and issued a low, guttural squeak of challenge. The insolent scoundrel mimicked every maneuver with uncanny precision! He dared mock the captain. Advancing directly into his perimeter, I thrust my bill forward—clack! Cold glass rang beneath the strike. The phantom captain stood his ground, stone-faced and resolute. A glorious standoff between titans. The passage has found its sentry.