The first idea that sparks across the now once more function brain of the sleeping (?) warrior lying fallen on the ground is
_''Get...up''_

With a jolt, and a skip the warrior rises from the ground, instincts replacing clear thought, as he picks up his massive O-Dachi and swings it straight down at a small heartless crushing it and cleaning it in half before it had a chance to react. Only after the intimidate danger has been silcesed by the blade of honour does the man replace himself over the furious beast that lives with in him
_''...What...am...i?''_ A single phrase spoken in disbelief and without any sense of emotion, trying to recollect itself. Trying to pin down something...but all he has is one solitary memory. Something about a field...flowers...training...his sword...But nothing ells. No context, no logic, no what before or what after. 

Another heartless appears, almost as quickly as he cut down the other, So...Ghost...yes that was or is his name...Ghost quickly swings his sword backwards splashing the thing in-front of him easily. Finally he looks around....So much people here, and so much spread in both styles and weapons. And yet seemingly all fighting the shadows...his friends? Did he know them before...whatever happened that lead him here? He doges from one of the heartless as it hides in the floor before he has a chance to hit it back. It sneaks over to a girl, who uses a baseball bat as her weapon and sneaks up from behind. However, before it has a chance to stab her in the back with her claws, his sword crushes once more this foe. 

_''Where are we?''_ he asks the girl in the middle of the fighting