[Neither Ecks shares in any uncertainty as to which is the real one. Stuffed animals go flying as Ecks leaps to her feet, hurling the duffel off from the hatchet as she charges the too-perfect creature. Perfect means she knows perfectly where to place the blow, throwing her body weight behind the blow, the blade cleaving deep into the anomaly's flesh. The other Ecks screams a scream that sounds entirely too like her living self and clutches at her counterpart, trying to grab hold of her, wanting, needing to set those crooked lines straight.]
cw violence; gore