"One?" She batted the tree away with her teke and held her psimitar in a ready stance, giving surprisingly little ground as she held him off. "You know jack-all about your family, bub. Two?" Her shield flared to brilliance as he tried to land teke blows that didn't quite make it. I'll give you Apocalypse is a bastard, we've got that in common, but three?" She used her teke to try and unseat him, digging a furrow int he ground beneath his feet. "Are you really sure he's the copy?"