He was ready to fight in the dream, and although he hadn't summoned them that he could remember, he was holding two fistfuls of fiery blades. The wind was sharp and cool and he felt it flickering the fire over the back of his hands, but being at his control, it was only pleasantly warm, and all around him, Destiny City sprawled, the lights of her nightlife making the stars visible only as a faint haze, though at least in this dream, he felt as though he could reach out and touch the burning heart of Regulus, and summon it to battle.
It was, he felt, his city, and in the dream, he felt entitled to it, as though he had been gifted it by the Princess.
He was sure of it in fact, and raised his chin to survey his domain, pleased and proud in an regal uniform that didn't resemble the quaint, boyscout uniform he normally war. No, this was the garb of an leader of men, perhaps even a prince, as Regulus was also named.
He certainly felt regal enough, enough so he almost didn't notice the faint sound of someone approaching.
The sound of a shifting foot made him whirl, raising his arm in preparation to throw.
The blue haired girl from his first battle, Wolframite, and several other Negaverse agents were behind him, holding their weapons tentatively, though it was the delicate looking Wolframite that spoke first.

"REGULUS! We're here to take you down! We'll free Destiny City if it kills us! The Earth won't live in the tyranny of the Moon Princess!"

Tyranny? That wasn't right.... Yet he couldn't keep the sneer from spreading across his face at their challenge.

"You lot? A pack of ragged stragglers? Face your defeat and BOW to me. I might not burn you alive in example."

It wasn't right. None of it was right, but he couldn't stop himself from adjusting his arm as the ragged band moved to attack, their eyes blazing with the determination of the desperate.

The slow motion flight of the blades, which flew more like spinning, double ended swords in the dream, was an illusion. He knew they flew as fast as ever, leaving a swath of sparks that hung behind them in blazing constellations.

Behind their light, behind the agents who lunched with unbearable slowness, he could see other fires, whole buildings ablaze, so that it looked as though the sky were supported by columns of fire and smoke. Fires he knew he had started, to punish those who would not submit to the Senshi of Pride.

He could also see, in that terrible revelation. that after this fight, he would march on, a living firebrand, a merciless soldier of the Moon Princess, and Queen of the conquered earth.

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It was the sunlight through the curtains that woke him with a gasp, bright enough that for a hazy, uncertain moment, he was sure it was the brilliant flare of fire striking his charging foes. He could almost smell the burning flesh and cloth, and it made him nauseous as he sat up, clapping a hand over his mouth.
God... God let that never happen... He prayed, silently.