And lash out he did, but it was an aimless strike, meant more to encourage the phantom in his mind's eye to back away. Once again, he leveled his blade toward Cor, his hand shaking as he stared up at him, eyes blown out and wild. His breathing was as unsteady as his hands were but after a moment, those fearful eyes flicked away from Cor, taking in the room around him.

The brush from his dream was fading, replaced by a dark room and the rough brush of old, worn carpet under his hand. When he glanced back, the demon plaguing his nightmares was gone, replaced by an obviously armed Cor. Panting out a humorless chuckle, Ignis shifted again, trying his best to absently press deeper into the corner. It took a few more long moment before the blade shimmered out of Ignis' hand and when he dropped it to rest limp at his side, it was still shaking.