<span style="color: #0080FF">Confusion struck Delancey's features almost as quickly as Seiria had latched onto his bloody mace. He prayed that he hadn't hurt her, but at the same time, he knew that vampires don't break that easily. He nodded, and closed his eyes. He began to do the dance again, but with a twist-he imagined where his mental opponent was going to strike. Pretty soon it got so realistic that he could feel the blows raining against his body and mace. His speed increased, his agility increased, and he never missed a shot.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Reed's dreams were constantly interrupted by a nightmare. There was always so much slippery liquid on the ground. It always smelt of salt. Always tasted like bloody meat. Always heard silence, except for one...</span><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Ragged breathes gasped to her right as the silence amplified it. The ground was littered with fresh blood and loose stone. Unwillingly, she was compelled to stumble towards the sound. And found out it was Hinojose.</span></span>