Location: Antofagasta, Chile
Weather: dry and sunny
Terrain: Hospital room
Time: 2 PM

It was a stormy windy night. Rebekah found herself running inside a dark forest, using a black cloak and a black hood. She was searching for some place to shelter. The lightnings made her path towards the dark gothic structure, a bit clearer for fractions of a second. So she moved to the huge, black, pointy, pitch black structure, full of saint and gargoyle statues. The massive wooden doors were half open. Inside the massive structure, the oak benchs were clearly corroded as the pulpit itself. The pipe organ was rusty and full of cobwebs. The marble grand altar was covered by a thick layer of dust. She sat in one of the benches. She took a deep breath and then heard something.
"Who's there?" she said out loud.
She had a bad feeling.
Then a human figure in a full XVth century knight armor approached her, walking slowly, but in a so powerful way that it seemed unstopable in its way towards Rebekah. The Big Helm had two pointy metal horns, its breath was cold like the frost and left a cold mist path behind it. Then it draw a sword, blue white in color, like if made from from the coldest shard of ice.
Rebekah looked elsewhere deperately searching for a weapon. She found a spear and a round shield. She moved to take them, and the Armoured figure followed her, walking at the same low speed.
Rebekah was ready, she removed her hood and made the first move, a quick thrust. as she saw that couldn't work, because the figure evaded her. She retracted her arm as quickly as she could and with the same impulse, she was able to rotate and attack once more, but this time the enemy's sword was able to deflect the attack. And so the figure started to swing its sword. Rebekah used her shield to defend herself, but the figure was clearly overpowering her. "At this rate..."Rebekah thought. She bent her legs and raised her shield over her head. And so she saw an opening: if she could kick the figure below its knees, maybe it could fall. So she tried, with all her strength. But in the very moment Rebekah's leg made contact with the armor, a deadly cold sensation partially immovilized her limb. But all was done now, and Rebekah saw as the figure as it fell down. "Its now... or never" Rebekah said to herself, panting. So she quickly incorporated an moved towards the fell figure, but her stand was wobbly, as her leg didn't seem to be fine.
Then when she was about deliver the final blow the figure deflected her attack once more, this time with such a strength that Rebekah was thrown towards one of the benches, which was shattered due to the impact. Th figure was walking again towards Rebekah. It delivered a single blow and her shield was splintered. Rebekah was on the ground lying on her back. The figure took its sword with both hands moved it up, like trying to get all the impulse to end this battle once and for all. In that instant Rebekah took her spear and with superhuman speed she inserted the metal point in her enemy's throat, as deep as she could.
Then the figure spoke with a deep voice: "Maybe you won this time Rebekah, but as you get more and more involved, the less likely you will be able to escape" Then a cold fluid started to flow from the figures throat. It flowed, using the spear, to Rebekah's arm. Then she screamed: it was painfully cold and se was about to be engulfed by it. It moved up her arm, her shoulder, her neck and her face, and it moved towards the nostrils, searching for a place to enter Rebekah's body. So it reached Rebakah's larinx and lungs, the sensation was undiscriptively painful...she could do nothing now...

Then Rebekah woke up very startled, panting heavily, and sweating cold. It was a dream.

"Are you fine Rebekah" said a voice
"I...I think so...my mind was playing again, Abdelaye" Rebekah replied.
"Hmmm...i see, maybe sleeping for 36 hours straight is not fine" said Abdelaye.
"You bet!...that explains why i have this tremendous need to pee" Rebekah was joking, of course.
Then the other person in Rebekah's room spoke: "Miss, thank God you're fine"
"Pablo..nice to see you again. BTW sorry, you can call me Rebekah. Yeah it seems like i pushed myself too much this time. Stupid injectables"
"I have been keeping this...here it is" Pablo gave Rebekah the portable storage device.
"Thank you very much, my friend. But i need another favor from you: your fighting style, what's its name?"
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