...her eyes opened to a blurry landscape...like recently smeared sidewalk chalk. Dark, indistinct forms danced in front of her, backlit, as the moon during a total solar eclipse. With a Will that was scarcely hers, she moved closer to the nebulous figures. Like ice crystals coalescing, they came into sight and she soon realized theirs was a dance of death. Wielding sword and axe, the two Templar knights battled each other. The fluidity of their attacks and parries synchronized. Moving as one, gliding along the landscape, they slowly and nimbly moved toward her. A voice, not entirely hers, echoed in her mind, "As even a match could ever be".

Transfixed as she was, she managed to speak, "What the fuck is going on around here?"