"A stupid notion. A battle of mine is lost only when I've given it my all." Zauss spoke, letting go of the two blades he carried, they rotated slowly through the air, the blades of them retracting into the handles before they settle onto his thighs. His feet lifted an inch off the ground, and he held there for the tiniest fraction of a second, before with insane speed, left his current position and moved into the building opposite. The combination of speed and portal usage caused the wall of the adjacent building to fall to rubble, now offering Zauss an open view of his coming opponents.
His hands then moved to his back, and from there drew two bars, one of brilliant white light, the other of infinite blackness. With a jolt of his hand and then swings radiating out from his body, from the bars flashed two weapons, larger and more lethal than the previous two swords. In his right hand, a six foot long lance, with a large topped blade of points and serration, and a triangular counterweight at it's end, pale blue and white in colour. In his right, a gunmetal grey scythe, with a long and curving handle made what looked like bone.
"Now for you to learn another power of mine I can use against you." With those words he shifted the scythe into a backhanded grip, swinging it around as though it were paper, before lunging forward with his lance, straight into the astral projection sent forth by a doppelganger. It was by no means visible, but in dealing with life and death like it is in Zauss' homeworld, seeing the invisible, so long as it held a trace of life or consciousness, was no problem. As the blade entered the unseen being, it flared bright white, and Zauss yelled, commanding: "I give you form!" At that point, the projection ceased its movements, and spreading out from the blade came a person, soon revealed as a body double of the other doppelgangers. Zauss quickly brought the lance back up and over his head, flinging the impaled clone body out of the building and to the ground three stories below, clearing the field for the coming beast and three clones. Zauss was starting to wonder how much of a coward the original fighter was, to just make use of endless doppelgangers. Surely he would run out of energy to summon them? No matter.
Zauss altered his stance to catch the beast as it jumped the gap to reach him, Lance held pointing backwards on his right, and his lance hefted over his right shoulder. An awkward way to hold the large weapons, even for Zauss, but it would set up a very effective attack for the beast that, at that moment, jumped. Zauss tightened the grip he had on the weapons, bringing his feet low, before pouncing forward, bringing both his weapons to swing, carving slivers out of the ground as he spun through the air, body sideways, weapons pointing up and down, or backwards and forwards, which met the beast head first as soon as it touched the building. Flesh and bone rotted as the scythe approached it, before it then struck the beast, shattering a small portion of it's skull. Then, the weapon with the much larger striking force came, the lance, slicing the beast's head in two. Zauss continued like this, adjusting his angle in the air, cutting the beast not only in half as he went, but in subsequent parts as he rotated laterally, coming to bear with his feet straight down, but arms spinning still. He lifted the lance slightly and dropped the scythe similarly, now a force of two almost-continuous cutting edges nearing the beast-following doppelgangers, who were, needless to say, cut to ribbons upon Zauss' approach.
The man stopped himself as soon as he hit the edge of the wall, and even while slightly dizzy from the attack, turned around and brought his hand pointing to the three fallen clones, bits and pieces of flesh. With directions from one hand only, the pieces assembled and reassembled themselves, not into multiple bodies, but a single one, a gangly mass of flesh with mismatched chunks to it. The tripled brain mass would make it even easier for the new doppelganger combination to retain memory of its master, which Zauss was even now forcing it to recall, before it would put the thing to battle against its own master. Zauss loved when he could do things like that with necromancy.