Andie came to a sharp halt, using the sparks to end her involuntary flight. Usually, it was a bad idea to try and brute force your way through emotional issues. Simply ignoring and denying the voice in her head that told her to ignore and deny her “less mature” emotions held a deep irony to it. However, she was a dreamwalker - a real dreamwalker now. No longer a fledgling, but a bird in flight. Punching her emotional baggage in the face as an effective and cost efficient alternative to therapy was a job perk unique to the craft.

Andie launched herself back into the fight with force and precision, colliding fist first with her Dream’s sword - her Courage. Not even a fraction of a sliver of a crack formed in the blade, and the Dream itself barely even flinched from the impact. The malfunctioning, mechanical, self righteous, self centered piece of ill-conceived psyche-debris had used its weapon to block Andie, and was now tightening its grip as it tried with all its might to push her back with the blade.

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This didn’t surprise Andie. Her Dream was wielding a manifestation of her Courage - her will to fight against the odds - if it faltered against overwhelming force she’d have honestly been disappointed in herself. Unfortunately for the Dream, Andie’s force was more than just overwhelming. It was unyielding.

She dug her feet into the air behind her using her sparks, every single ounce of force pushed against her by the Dream only amplifying the tension the sparks drew their power from. Her Courage was an unstoppable force, but she still had Courage of her own - melded in with her Arrogance to form her newfound Confidence.

Glimpses of shadowy hate goo flickered and scuttled within the cracks of her Dream’s armored plating, cowering behind her better qualities. There were two unstoppable forces in this fight, but only one immovable object.