Rinzler was apparently beyond negotiation or reason. Tron brought his discs up, ready to defend, fighting processes already taking over. He knew Rinzler's attacks, knew his style, how could he not? It was far too easy to slip into the motions.

Discs clashed, sparks flying, as Tron met his double's attacks, blow for blow. Despite knowing how to fight Rinzler, Tron still found himself driven back, constantly on the defensive. "I don't want to hurt you, stop!" He'd have to strike out, have to move to injure or bring his dark twin down somehow. Rinzler was obviously fighting with far more lethal intent.

A wall was at his back. Tron had nowhere else to move. Dodging, turning, Tron felt something shift in his processes, a subtle nudge, finish the game, even as the spinning bright edge of Rinzler's disc grazed his arm, a bright spill of voxels far less severe than the intended strike.

Falling more easily into the movements of the fight, Tron struck out, pushing forward, into Rinzler's space.