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The time was a blur. Or, no, not a blur. It was a jumble, a mix of strange memories that flickered in and out, two existences that worked in exact opposition to each other. For some, the memory of what he'd become had been overwhelming, had filled him with panic and an intense sense of wrong. They were the enemy, now, or had been the enemy; had turned their eyes on humanity and decided to harvest, as horsemen were wont to do.

Ever's coping method was a bit different. As the spell faded from around him and he found himself back in familiar skin, human and armed with a weapon that felt familiar in his hands, he clutched at the same certainty that had come through him the last time his memories were restored:

This was a dream.

This time, though, the thought was cemented by the shape in front of him: similar, but not the same, a twin pulled from a slightly damaged mold.

Ever's fingers tightened on his weapon and, in reply, his shadow did the same, a sudden smile playing across his features like he was excited for this game, like he'd been waiting for it. There was something challenging in that smile, and while the not-Ever didn't speak, his expression was clear enough. If Ever wanted to return to reality, he had to start by destroying this nightmare.

He thought, maybe, his shadows was laughing at him -- or maybe it was just the joy of a good fight, lashing out with the silver bolas to catch him across the ribs, not quite hard enough to knock the breath out of Ever. In return, he ducked under the blow to strike low in his shadow's ribs, the point of his dagger hitting hard.

HP: 58/70
DMG: 9
Charge: 2/3
Boss HP: 19/40

It wasn't a bad position, of course. From here, with the bolas pounding against his arms, Ever was able to strike upward sharply -- through layers of clothes, into sharp ribs.

HP: 46/70
DMG: 7
Charge: 3/3
Boss HP: 10/40