Ray coughs up a bit of blood as he wrestles against the chains, the entire time punches rain down across his body as more clones appear. Heat rises in the room as the chains melt.
Ray stands up letting out a roar of anger as he does a concussive wave strikes over everything as the scenery changes to the outside of the dungeon he was imprisoned in.
Dead bodies strewn out over the terrain as the memory plague lands thirteen away. 'Damn, it's hard to form a plan with the scenery constantly changing, but I may be able to use this to my advantage.'
'What memory will give me an advantage in positioning…' Ray thinks a bit trying to force a memory into his mind to give him the advantage. The plague dashes forward punching him in the chin, but Ray stays focused.
The plague grows sickly green nails and stabs forward, but just as it is about to pierce through Ray's throat the ground vanishes beneath him, becoming the battlefield of the mock battle.
