Soon a birbdoge,... Or Bugdoge judging from antenna on the doppelganger's head, seemingly materialized from behind the other. Dropping the camo to chitter harshly, releasing a clouded breath. He stood equal height, although hunched, and carried a large thorax and quite threatening stinger which twitched in angst and pent anger. Two pair of arms hanging crooked with chitinous fist clenched.
Such an act making the later turn in suspicion and concern. Not exactly a trusting attitude to have to someone so related to yourself.
They stood staring hard at each other, the original's piercing pupils scanning him up while his confronter's solid amber orbs seemingly took it in and took on a look of nothingness. However, they festered in burning anger while the other's held the usual cold contempted stare he gave everyone.
With a silent nod their hands connected palms before blinding light was emitted from our bonding. Soon condensing into an orb one couldn't see past, one growing hotter and hotter. Turning to a violent star that flared and ignited with rapidly growing emotion and conflict. Garbled arguing being heard but unintelligible as this orb lifted from the ground, kicking up and carrying debris with into an orbit to be annihilated in the burning fusion. A fusion much more forceful with power, as if being forced on itself rather than coming in equal terms.
Suddenly the power flexed, the sun of sorts imploding into a humanoid shape with a strange amount of arms before leveling everything in earth scorching explosion. Everything getting cooked before a shield of energy was suddenly erected upwards, siphoning the blast into the atmosphere. Covering the area in smoke and dust.

Suddenly and violently a bellowing yell flew out that busted unprotected ears to close. The power of a freshly started rocket engine booming the ground again into a shockwave a bit more tame that blasted the dust away into the clear sky. A 12 foot monster of a fusion standing readied and screaming at the sky, all six arms of differing design spread out either open palmed and close fisted. Wind seemingly radiating directly from him amid the rageful cry before collecting himself. A pair of solid gold eyes glowing out as they looked around. A deep snarl ringing out as if looking for a target.

Good old for making this one!