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Pagonia could not believe his eyes as his blade slid through the soft underbelly of the creature that had been terrorizing the group. His arm and chest were starting to bruise from the initial strike he took and his mind was racing in glee. A grin formed in the corner of his mouth, glowing like the sun, as he pulled his blade from the creature. Alone, Pagonia knew that he would have died or at-least nearly died against a creature of this nature, but this time he had help from a team. Makeshift as this team was, it was a relief to fight with people by his side. Zestasia being alongside him only intensified this feeling, his baby brother was a legit fighter now. The young swordsman stepped back till his back hit the tree behind him, dropping down to his butt, and resting his wounded body. It only took a few moments before Pagonia had fallen into a light sleep, still able to hear the conversations for the most part. 

Memories came rushing back as he took a light nap. The sound of steel clashing, screams filling the air, and blood splattering walls. The memory was clear as day, a face forming in his mind, a face that matched his own. A sadistic grin upon the identical face, his eyes intensely glaring at Pagonia. He knew this face all too well. Even in this shallow dream he could feel anger filling his body. "OURANOS!" Pagonia screamed out as he awoke to the group preparing to leave, small beads of sweat rolling down his forward, his eyes wide open. He could only look around vigorously as no doubt everyone would be staring at the man. 

Sorry about that." Pagonia gave a huge awkward smile whilst rubbing the back of his head, "So we gonna follow this magic signal?" Pagonia rose to his feet before walking over to his brother. With the quickness, Pagonia was ruffling Zes's hairas if they had never been part.