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Kuaiji felt the blows to his soul as readily as he felt them to his body. The blows the demon had struck him with were terrible, and a lesser man would have fallen minutes ago. Kuaiji left his mind a moment, gathering strength around him. Then he let a small smile escape his contenance and called to the demon
HEY! You forgot one thing.. HER!
The dragon had taken off and was finishing a wide arc across the field. Then, with a roar that seemed to flatten the grasses and still the wind, a wipe swath of blue flame leapt from its muzzle to encase Kuaiji and his prison. When the great beast had passed, Kuaiji stood leaning against his staff heavily, but free of the prison. The dragon then landed and thrust its head deep into the ground. It dug for a moment before tearing up the demon, still half ethereal. It held the demon for a moment before flinging it towards Kuaiji.
Good Dreamspike, your work here is done was all Kuaiji said as he draw back his staff and swung at the flying demon.
The impact of demon on staff was tremendous, and several combatants were flung to the ground, but when the dust settled Kuaiji was standing again, as was the demon. The demon was unhurt, but a long gash had been broken along the front of the armor
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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