Siegfried’s head exploded with pain as he hit the floor of the cathedral. Gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut he tried to ignore the pain, instead forcing his body to move out of the way before Nightmare decided to impale him on Soul Edge.
And suddenly he was falling and bringing his arms up instinctively to lessen whatever damage may be done. Something was not right; the cathedral floor was perfectly level so there was no way he could be falling! Siegfried did not have time to worry any more on the matter as he soon hit the floor. A very different floor to the cathedral.
His eyes flew open as he stood up trying to take in his surroundings, but it was no use. Wherever he was there was no light source and it made it difficult to see things. Siegfried became very aware that this could be some trickery caused by Nightmare in an attempt to gain control over him. Lack of vision put him at a disadvantage, but if he remained levelheaded this would not be a problem.
Siegfried reached out his arms and felt the surrounding area, looking for something that might give him an idea as to where he was. Confusion set in when he found a bed, and from further investigation some sort of object beneath what felt like the pillow. Picking up the object and turning it over in his hands he tried to guess what it was, but it was nothing that he was familiar with. He was about to put it back down when his fingers caught a switch on the object and bright light filled the room.
Startled, Siegfried dropped the object. He realised it must have been some sort of torch, but certainly not one that he was familiar with – even the light it was creating seemed different. He grabbed the torch and shined it around the area, noting that he was in a small room with two beds and dressers.
Strange. This seemed far too…civilised for Nightmare, but there was no question that it was causing these illusions, odd as they were. Siegfried noted that the illusion had even changed his clothes. Gone was his silver armour, he was instead wearing a grey shirt and pants. Upon closer inspection he could see that there was an image of a smiling face on the shirt, and he could not find his zweihander anywhere in the room. Doubt ran through Siegfried’s mind, wondering just what Nightmare was up to.
Determined to stop these strange illusions, Siegfried walked over to the door, the torch still held tightly in his hand, and turned the handle. The door was unlocked.
Pushing the confusion to the back of his mind, and concentrating on keeping alert, Siegfried strode out into the hallway.
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And suddenly he was falling and bringing his arms up instinctively to lessen whatever damage may be done. Something was not right; the cathedral floor was perfectly level so there was no way he could be falling! Siegfried did not have time to worry any more on the matter as he soon hit the floor. A very different floor to the cathedral.
His eyes flew open as he stood up trying to take in his surroundings, but it was no use. Wherever he was there was no light source and it made it difficult to see things. Siegfried became very aware that this could be some trickery caused by Nightmare in an attempt to gain control over him. Lack of vision put him at a disadvantage, but if he remained levelheaded this would not be a problem.
Siegfried reached out his arms and felt the surrounding area, looking for something that might give him an idea as to where he was. Confusion set in when he found a bed, and from further investigation some sort of object beneath what felt like the pillow. Picking up the object and turning it over in his hands he tried to guess what it was, but it was nothing that he was familiar with. He was about to put it back down when his fingers caught a switch on the object and bright light filled the room.
Startled, Siegfried dropped the object. He realised it must have been some sort of torch, but certainly not one that he was familiar with – even the light it was creating seemed different. He grabbed the torch and shined it around the area, noting that he was in a small room with two beds and dressers.
Strange. This seemed far too…civilised for Nightmare, but there was no question that it was causing these illusions, odd as they were. Siegfried noted that the illusion had even changed his clothes. Gone was his silver armour, he was instead wearing a grey shirt and pants. Upon closer inspection he could see that there was an image of a smiling face on the shirt, and he could not find his zweihander anywhere in the room. Doubt ran through Siegfried’s mind, wondering just what Nightmare was up to.
Determined to stop these strange illusions, Siegfried walked over to the door, the torch still held tightly in his hand, and turned the handle. The door was unlocked.
Pushing the confusion to the back of his mind, and concentrating on keeping alert, Siegfried strode out into the hallway.