[color=ed1c24]-----DarkWorld-----

Kazen stood sneakily to his feet, he picked up his blade and in his confusion he swung it upwards, deflecting Soren's blade with agile efficiency. Red and black sparks of light shot from the blade as it glowed red hot as it sliced the air.
"You can't be here, so you must be an illusion!" The young man said sharply as he readied his blade as best he could with one arm.
"I may be trapped here, but I'll keep fighting." He stammered out as he steadied his feet and swung his blade again, instinctively he slammed the Key into the ground and a shockwave erupted from the blow. His enemy was knocked back several feet, and landed with a thud in the shadows.

"Show yourself!" He cried out as he clenched his blade tight. He could feel light coming from the figure, he thought it held a blade, he thought he could hear his name being called. He dismissed these thoughts and readied himself for combat. This place was nothing but deciet, it bent the mind to fool its victims into submission. He chose to fight, he would ask questions later.
"Enough of your tricks! I'm done with this, come out and fight or leave me to the abyss. Either way we're both trapped here." He said into the shadows as he held his blade out in front of himself.[/color]