Bartuc smiles as Glodin greeted him with a very accurate guess at his condition. The demons had fled, leaving the field about him scattered with dozens of the filthy creatures killed by his blades.
He clapped both weapons together and the flames that crept over his body doused.

"tis a fine dream, Glodin. Aye ive done more that sipped that enchantresses beauty. Became a part of the taste. But this," he gestured to the towering constructs, "this is a nightmare." 

It was then he heard the foul tongue he knew all to well spouting its mouth. Distasteful words and harsh statements. Was that how Glodin saw him?
"when you wake up we're having a talk about him." He started to chuckle and was met with his own hammer striking him across the ribs, the signature fireball exploding  on impact to launch the red eyed Bartuc a dozen feet or more, the dream version was already covering the distance to finish the job. 
It Brough the axe up high and leaped the last few feet to drive it down hard in an attempt to finish the "impostor".
The crimson eyed Bartuc reacted quickly, smashing his own hammer across to knock the axe aside before following up with his own. 
Evidently the Bartuc in this dream wasn't real as the blade missed the mark by an inch as it leaned back inhumanly fast. "Fuck me, you're a tough one," his right hook caught it on the side of the helmet with enough force to dent the helmet and stumble his foe.