Far, far, later that night, when Fritz finally fell asleep. Darkness fell away, into dreams. For Fritz, someone was waiting for him.

A disheveled pale woman sat glowering ahead of him. Her long red nails tapped with annoyed energy into a regal velvety chair. Behind her, a woman in mourning clothes waited patiently with her hands clasped before her. The room they were within was ornate and painted golden. Just behind them, a large four postered bed looked eerily familiar to Fritz. Expensive rugs and decorated furniture was littered around the massive room.

"Finally! Finally! You're disgusting! Do you hear me?!" The blonde woman screamed at Fritz. "Revolting! What kind of champion are you? How dare you fight in such a manner! You worm! You are lower than filth. I should flay you for attacking me in such a manner!"

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"Lady-" The pale woman interrupted. Fritz looked around the room in confusion. His lips moved but words would not come out.

"Listen, here! Listen, well, mortal! Your actions are pathetic. Freyes-" The woman grimaced before continuing, "should be ashamed. A champion should fight and die honorably, not resort to such underhanded and frankly juvenile tactics!"

"Lady-"

"I know! Mortal! I am willing to look past your transgressions! Perhaps if you fight more honorably, I shall-"

The dream faded instantly. Ada's elbow hit Fritz in the face. Pain flooded Fritz, as he let out a groan. A symphony of horridly annoying sound was erupting behind him. Gently trying to move her arm away, Fritz let out a long protracted sigh. Memories of the dream left Fritz almost instantly.