Dyllan’s senses were swirling. His vision was split and blurry, like he was crossing his eyes, his ears were ringing, his sense of balance kept changing its mind about which way it thought “down” was, and worst of all - he had a sharp headache. It felt like his mind was breaking into pieces, and, in retrospect, it probably was. At least, to a degree. This was his mindscape, and if his attacks sent cracks through it, it was only reasonable that would affect him harshly.

“Dyllan!” Andie called forth her Courage and charged toward Dyllan. “Are you okay!?”

Dyllan used his left hand to signal for Andie to stop and give him space, while keeping his right hand tightly clenched around the handle of his Justice. “I…’m… I’m fine. This - ow. Shit. Fuck that hurts.” Dyllan turned to look at Cedric. It took him a second to focus himself, but he managed to get a solid idea of what Cedric was doing before his vision started to swim again. It was clear that Cedric doubted that Dyllan was as okay as he claimed. Even while he kept a respectful distance, he held his Kindness at the ready - waiting on a hair trigger for Dyllan to ask for help or collapse. “Besides, I don’t think this is a bad feeling. It’s a painful feeling, a deeply disorienting feeling - but even though I really want it to end, I still don’t think it’s a bad feeling.”

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With a weak and unsteady push, Dyllan managed to get himself upright and turn his attention toward his Nightmare. It seemed even more disoriented than he was, clawing at its own face while letting out a long, shrill, and strangely quiet screech. Dyllan felt a razor sharp grin spread across his face - strained, but not fake or forced. The fight was over. He’d won. Now all he needed to do was deal the finishing blow.