Clarent simply lays there, deep in slumber. He keeps imagining his old masters, and how weak they all were, every one dying sooner or later. Even Creed even died such a short time ago... His master Creed... Yet Clarent always grew stronger. Part of his master's strength always went into him. The sword itself was more powerful than all of his masters combined. Yet he was barred from using that power in his sword form, several seals blocking him... Now stuck in this human form, he realized he was able to use his full power. The spell... could wear off... he didn't have to stay... asleep! Soon after this thought erupted he fought and his mind... awoke. His eyes fluttered open, as he sat up quickly, panting, like one would awaken from a nightmare. He looked at his hands, and moved his hands, feeling his face and tugging on his skin. He was human-like in his appearance... They were so frail... He ripped off a piece of his cheek and looked fairly alarmed, letting out a sound of surprise, before the piece of flesh bonded back to him, healing quickly. He rubbed his cheek, more gently, fascinated. "Hmm..." He jumped off the bed and tore off all of the monitoring devices, looking around. It took him a few seconds to figure out how to walk in this form, but afterwords it proved simple enough. A lot easier than bouncing on the tip of a sword. "Minx?" He called, remembering her from before he passed out.