[CoolNard]

"Fiery; Frost; Venom; Shadow; Vengeance; Kamikaze, come forth!", Yogensha cries in his reverberating voice.

As soon as he commands, the atmosphere intensifies. I feel as though a heavy force of unimaginable power is crushing everything between the uppermost part of my body to the ground.

My heart skips a beat, in the process of my inspection of the unbelievable phenomenon. Right there and then, six pairs of hands stretch toward me, connected to the planes of the mirrors themselves! One by one, my reflections come striding out of their fictional dimensions, each with both Zeus and Raijin equipped as weapons. Their faces are completely emotionless and their actions seem lifeless, as if a ventriloquist is manipulating them, of his will.

Abiding by a will of my own, I immediately clasp the katars, to level the playing field.

"Using my abilities against me, huh...", I mock Yogensha for his lack of creativity.

"Technically, not. But I imagine their strength should bring this battle to an equilibrium, at least..."

"Fine, let's see what you've got."

"Attack.", Yogensha instigates.

The look-alikes suddenly charge relentlessly at me, the blades of their katars pointed at my heart and head. Dodging their barrage of potent swings and cling clangs, by hurling my lightweight body onto the mirror planes and hopping to the other, I manage to analyse their speed.

"Hmph, and to think I thought I'd get a challenge out of this...", I calmly say, to nowhere in particular.

"Don't you get it yet? Where're you're in... This is YOUR mind!! Behold the midst of your subconsciousness, with every negative aspect you've ever experienced!", Yogensha exclaims.

"I'll admit I'm a little disappointed at myself, for being weak-minded, but it doesn't change the fact you're still going down, Yogensha.", I proclaim his premature defeat.

"Is that so? Even if your mind has become my puppet? Very well then, unleash...", Yogensha gives another set of commands.

Almost instantly, a tornado of fire heads in my direction. I sideflip, nearly getting caught ablaze, just to be targeted by balls of ice that freezes and breaks anything they come into contact with. Using my multiple image technique, I boost my evasion of those quite easily. To my shock, a dozen black figures rise in front of my images, without exceptions, and slash at them. Simultaeneously, they fade away as I leap backwards to avoid being dealt the same fate.

Thinking: What is this sense of nostalgia spreading through me? Why is it growing more vivid by the techniques my reflections strike me with?

But I do not have time to try reminiscing, because in the meantime, one reflection has shot arrows at me, five at an interval. I hardly escape from its destructive properties - an arrow infused with venom at its tip burns a small hole in my cloak. Reasons sufficient to quickly find myself sprinting around in a constant cycle of patterns. My eyes catch a glimpse of two reflections, who aren't bothering to even lift a finger in the chaos.

That's it! I run at them, flinging my shurikens at both while I do so.

"Uuurgh!", a stabbing pain presents itself in my chest.

Thinking: Did the other four's attacks hit me? No.. They're still a good distance behind...

I glance up to the two stationary reflections. My shurikens did not fail me. One of them has a deep gash in his forehead and the other has one lodged in his chest.

My eyes widen. On the former's head, the skin on the edge of the shuriken are reaching to each other! I watch in frustration as the wound heals up and the shuriken drops to the floor with a clunk. These two are the direct unlikes of one another: The skill of regeneration and pain-infliction.

"Give it up, no one can withstand to the negativity in themselves. Resign yourself to me.", Yogensha says.

"Like I mentioned... I'm not just anyone.", I tell him, engaged in a hit-and-run combat against the six reflections at the same time, "I am...."

My struggle to recall my identity shoves my mental state of oblivion into a zooming film of my flashbacks: How my village was destroyed, how the dragons lied to me, how I had slaved for them in the hopes that they'd help avenge my village's honor, how Shakura had betrayed me, how, in the end, I had finally found companions who were willing to share my dream...

Thinking and smiling to myself: Heh, I suppose this is the second time my memories have saved me, eh..?

"I am...", my eyes glow crimson, "SWIFTANT!!!"