Obi-Wan faced his apprentice across a landscape of burning stone. He had no idea how it had come to this. Not this, not Anakin...No, not Anakin, tainted with the dark side and staring at him with bald hatred in his gaze. Not his sword-brother and friend, the man he'd once raised as a son, then trained as a partner, and fought alongside.
'If you're not with me, you're against me,' the apparition sneered, and it was such an Anakin thing to say— impulsive and without base, without thought.
"Only Sith deal in absolutes," Obi-Wan shook his head and took his Lightsaber in hand. How had it come to this? "I don't want to fight you, but I will do what I must."
'You will try.'
And that was when the battle began in earnest, a blurring madness of flashing blades and the burnt-ozone smell the blades exuded when struck hard. Obi-Wan fought desperately, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't want to win this fight, and he couldn't afford to lose.
"Yes," the demon girl agreed. "Is this something that you need to see right now? You are in the throes of the Nightmare King: you are living in your fears. You have to break free, so that we may fight back."
Alessa looked at the shooting and shook her head. So abrupt. In any case, it got the job done.
Anakin was a Jedi-trained; even in his clouded state the limited prescience of the force guided his blade and the bullet hit his Lightsaber's plasma with a flash of light as it vaporized. Obi-Wan half turned at the shot, distracted, and his attention caught on the jarring incorrectness of Leon and Alessa standing among the charred soil.
What in the—
That was a mistake: the Nightmare-Anakin slashed upwards from his block and it was a near thing for Kenobi to execute the blind dodge. If he'd had less trust in the Force, he'd have lost an eye, but the break in the fight was like a cold bucket of water among the hellish heat.
No. No, this wasn't right, this wasn't right.
"This isn't right," The Jedi said aloud, as if to force it to be true. Anakin wouldn't do this to him, Obi-Wan knew that! Not Anakin! The presence of Alessa and Leon only confirmed it, and the truth of Obi-Wan's faith snapped to the cool grip of the Force like the first cool drink after an eternity in the desert. He was awake, or at least aware, but there was still the issue of the snarling not-Anakin barring his way, "No, this isn't real."
"Correct." Wanda approached Obi-Wan and the figure conjured up by his nightmare. She had felt her hex power die but she was far from defenseless. She was, after all, the Scarlet Witch. And she was mad.
One swift gesture and Wanda felt the lava bending to her will. She did not use it, not yet, not when Obi-Wan was so close to Anakin. But she was ready, should she be forced to act.
There was a blur of motion and Mai joined the fight. She ignored the oppressive heat, sending a handful of knifes spinning after the phantom Anakin. This was just someone else's nightmare, but Mai was always Mai. Efficient and very deadly when she wanted to be.
Buffy was behind Mai, her scythe swinging. "Hey Annie!" Buffy yelled out as she ducked under the handful of knives that Mai sent out, and came up right in front of Anakin. She made a breathing, gaspy sound, mimicking Vader's famous breathing sounds. Then she said, "I am your Slayer!" And she went to brain him with the scythe.
Alessa couldn't help but snicker at the last comment. Really, these people were too much. It was enough that they were getting closer to the city, but they were all so very different and varied she couldn't help but like their little group.
"I trust you get the message then," Alessa said. "Your help is needed elsewhere. Don't be fooled by this false fight."
Between the knives and Buffy's physical intervention, Obi-Wan was forced to step back from the fight. Desperately, he turned his face away— no, he didn't want to see that. Not even in a nightmare, he didn't want to watch Anakin die.
Of course, even a determines, super-strong Slayer and Mai's accuracy weren't going to be enough to take him on on their own. The knives pinged and hissed from his lightsaber in much the same fashion as the bullets had— though he could easily have died if they hadn't.
The Scythe was a little more....problematic, engendering a brief shoving match between the crossed blades that resulted in Anakin letting out an enraged, frustrated growl and lashing out at Buffy with the Force, intending to throw her back...
...and leaving himself in clear sight for the Scarlet Witch's lava.
"Do not look." Wanda recognized that this was most likely someone Obi-Wan loved, and so she dealt with the nightmare phantom quickly, completely enveloping him in lava.
Alessa shrugged. More of this pointlessness with fighting thew figments. It didn't concern her terribly, and really, it forced them to stay here longer than they needed to. If this man needed to see this illusion die however, she supposed there was nothing else for it. She waited as Wanda poured the lava over him, and a second later she was mere feet from Obi Wan.
"We need to leave whenever you are ready," Alessa said. "These nightmares are getting stronger."
Obi-Wan Kenobi did not generally hesitate, so it was something of an embarrassment to be caught doing just that. He drew himself up and nodded. A Jedi does not let his emotions rule him.
"Right," He agreed as he took up the cloak he'd shed just before the fight. They were right; there wasn't time for this nonsense, "Let's go."
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'If you're not with me, you're against me,' the apparition sneered, and it was such an Anakin thing to say— impulsive and without base, without thought.
"Only Sith deal in absolutes," Obi-Wan shook his head and took his Lightsaber in hand. How had it come to this? "I don't want to fight you, but I will do what I must."
'You will try.'
And that was when the battle began in earnest, a blurring madness of flashing blades and the burnt-ozone smell the blades exuded when struck hard. Obi-Wan fought desperately, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't want to win this fight, and he couldn't afford to lose.
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"This is the wrong battle you're fighting, General Kenobi."
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Alessa looked at the shooting and shook her head. So abrupt. In any case, it got the job done.
"This will not help you."
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What in the—
That was a mistake: the Nightmare-Anakin slashed upwards from his block and it was a near thing for Kenobi to execute the blind dodge. If he'd had less trust in the Force, he'd have lost an eye, but the break in the fight was like a cold bucket of water among the hellish heat.
No. No, this wasn't right, this wasn't right.
"This isn't right," The Jedi said aloud, as if to force it to be true. Anakin wouldn't do this to him, Obi-Wan knew that! Not Anakin! The presence of Alessa and Leon only confirmed it, and the truth of Obi-Wan's faith snapped to the cool grip of the Force like the first cool drink after an eternity in the desert. He was awake, or at least aware, but there was still the issue of the snarling not-Anakin barring his way, "No, this isn't real."
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One swift gesture and Wanda felt the lava bending to her will. She did not use it, not yet, not when Obi-Wan was so close to Anakin. But she was ready, should she be forced to act.
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"I trust you get the message then," Alessa said. "Your help is needed elsewhere. Don't be fooled by this false fight."
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Of course, even a determines, super-strong Slayer and Mai's accuracy weren't going to be enough to take him on on their own. The knives pinged and hissed from his lightsaber in much the same fashion as the bullets had— though he could easily have died if they hadn't.
The Scythe was a little more....problematic, engendering a brief shoving match between the crossed blades that resulted in Anakin letting out an enraged, frustrated growl and lashing out at Buffy with the Force, intending to throw her back...
...and leaving himself in clear sight for the Scarlet Witch's lava.
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"We need to leave whenever you are ready," Alessa said. "These nightmares are getting stronger."
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"Time is of the essence here," he reminded Obi-wan.
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"Right," He agreed as he took up the cloak he'd shed just before the fight. They were right; there wasn't time for this nonsense, "Let's go."