Location: Meril's Grotto
" I'm sorry for this Meril. I hope that's all I'll have to do." The presence got up from the sudden attack and brushed her clothes off.
"Well looky here, you ruined the poor girl's clothes. Now that is a large crime right there sir." The presence retorted in a sarcastic tone. She patted down her clothes from the dust that accumulated on her clothing. The presence cracked her knuckles and suddenly she tripped Rod and punched him in the stomach hard as he hit the ground. She extended her fingers to exercise them a bit for a fight.
"How's the view from down there mortal?" The presence asked. Moir glared at Ozman fiercely.
" You're the fool who thinks she can defeat me and can't even defeat the darkness in her own heart. I've been around a long time and I know I can defeat a weakling like you. This is a style that I had planned on teaching Rod but you leave me no choice." Moir let out a small chuckle and then grinned the creepiest grin a nightmare could have done.
"Nightmares are darkness. We are the evil, hatred, anger, sorrow...all of it! We are those emotions...we are fear." Moir took her hands up in a fighting stance and kept her gaze on Ozman. "You are only weak when you can't embrace all of the emotions a person or nightmare can experience. You...are the weak one for not embracing the pain, sorrow and hate you have for certain people. Humans...they need to grow a better conscious." Moir headed towards Ozman and then threw a punch harder than the last few into his stomach. She could hear the hit and feel the place of impact start to bruise.
"Who's weak now old man?"