Her mother saw this? He'd have to trust her? He shot her a look when she asked if he was strong enough to fight. This was a dream, he could do whatever he wanted right? Both of their eyes were locked on the same thing, the Dream Walker. Her face was burned into his brain because it was the last thing he saw before he fell into his deep slumber.
"Nothing she says will be real." Damon leaned in and whispered in Lucy's ear as he kept his gaze locked on the red head. Damon bent and picked up Lucy's sword and placed it back in her hand, gripped the handle just slightly before she took it. There was a design on the hilt that looked very familiar and she shook his hand off with a glare. His mouth opened slightly as he finally realized who this girl was.
"Lucy." He said as he stepped around in front of her, ignoring the Dream Walker just twenty feet behind him. It all made sense, how easily he tapped into her dreams, he knew her. Faith's little girl all grown up. There was a massive clap of thunder and Damon refocused himself and prepared himself to fight.
"I trust you. You lead, I'll follow." He said seriously as the Dream Walker began to flicker in and out of vision, reappearing in intervals each time she was closer and closer. He couldn't help the feeling of fear pricking at the back of his mind as they both watched her intently. Lucy took off in a sudden dash to the left of the Dream Walker and Damon followed obediently behind her. A small shed came into view and he realized they were running toward it.
"Where are we going!?" He yelled over the wind, rain and thunder. He grabbed her arm and jerked her back just as a bolt of lightening hit the ground a few feet from them. They flew backward through the air and a tree stopped Damon and blocked Lucy from slamming into it herself. Damon let out a groan as they hit the ground and he laid there painfully. "Ouch."