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[ At first, it had seemed as all were a blur -- the sights and the sounds passing around him, as if he were looking through someone else's eyes, or that he just got himself way too immersed in a movie he had been watching.
It was only until the unmistakable sight of an enemy sword that came swinging at him that awakened his senses that he dodged and brought up his clawed fist to trap the blade and attempt to jab his other claw into a vulnerable side...
Even in dreams, he has to fight? ]
Go to hell, you bastards!
[ Armor or no armor, he's going to fend for himself, but he's just emotionally tired from all the fighting. He wants this to stop... ]