It's Not Just a Dream

His head throbbed with the force of a hundred-thousand hammers banging at his skull. As he lifted his head slightly from the cold ground, he saw blurry figures moving all towards two people.

_Dancing?_

_No_, he thought as the image cleared up. _Fighting._

His eyes focused on the two people who seemed to be waltzing through their attackers.

_Perhaps it is dancing._

As he stared, he found the two people very familiar. Finally, his mind clicked.

_The Fowler sisters?_

He watched in amazement as he saw the sisters gracefully knock down their opponents.

_B-but! There were at least 9, 10, no, 15 of them!_

_I have to help-_

Then, he saw the younger sister somersault twelve feet in the air.

And then he fainted.