*Suddenly the Typhoon dies disperses and three perfect Replicas of Zack, Ghost, and Nova are left in the room... The Zack and Nova replicas are made of darkness... While oddly enough the Ghost replica is made of light, They stand there in the exact same positions and using the exact same weapons and spells that the fellowship is using, Dark Zack steps forward and points his blade at the fellowship and suddenly the Replicas charge the group*
Zack: Charge!!! *rushes in and meets his Replica with a sword slash* You are nothing but a copy......you will not get the best of me!!