The replica thrashes and shoves at his hands, but they're not any stronger than Frisk--less, even, without teeth or the occasional boost of strength Judgment's fragment of SOUL gives the original.

Frisk wraps the scarf and ties it with maybe more roughness than Barnaby should be dealing with right now and swears. They've never gotten so mad at someone so fast (except maybe Pitch only even that's different) and they launch to their feet and swing at his arm too. "Let them GO!" Both of them, all of them!