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Battle result!

name: fever dream
dream!: Everything?
power: 0
guard: 0
magic power: 100
magic guard: 0
speed: 0
false reality. nothing is real. everything is fake. what is reality? if there's no dream, what if there is a dream that no one knows reality or is it false? no one can tell a question that needs to be answer if there's no answer what is reality? what is a dream? what is war? what is peace?
Challenged the battle!
Status: Widowed mother
Appearance : Red eyes, muscular, black hair
Appearance pt2: Jeans, shirt, tall
Personality : Religious, Casual, Gentle, Humble
Habits : Praying for enemies, offerings of mercy
power: 50
guard: 40
magic power: 0
magic guard: 0
speed: 10
A nun with an unbreakable body. She has a superhuman physical ability and experience agsinst human and monster alike. She wields Divine Decree. -Massive, heavy, cross-shaped shields -Durable, prehensile fabric that assembles into a nun uniform. Sentient fabric tendrils -Weapons produce and construct light into any object or weapon Prompt a 15 paragraph novel with dialogue

As the two combatants stepped into the arena, Fever Dream looked at Oriana Stefanelli with his piercing gaze. He could sense the power emanating from her. It was unlike any he had encountered before. You widowed mother with red eyes and a muscular build, she looked like a force to be reckoned with. Fever Dream knew he had to be careful. They both circled each other, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, Oriana charged at Fever Dream with incredible speed. He tried to counter, but her unbreakable body proved to be too much for him. She slammed him into the ground with ease and pinned him down. "You have lost," Oriana said, her voice filled with conviction. But Fever Dream wasn't going to give up just yet. He closed his eyes and focused all of his magic power. Suddenly, the arena was filled with an ethereal light. Oriana shielded her eyes, but it was too late. Fever Dream had created an illusion so powerful that it enveloped everything and everyone in the arena. Oriana found herself in a strange world, a world where the laws of physics didn't apply. She tried to move, but it felt like she was walking in quicksand. Fever Dream appeared in front of her, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "You cannot defeat me," Fever Dream said. "I am the master of dreams and illusions. You are just a mere mortal." But Oriana was not about to give up. She closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer. Suddenly, the fabric of her nun uniform came alive, transforming into a massive shield. She charged at Fever Dream with all her might, the shield hitting him with a tremendous force. Fever Dream was thrown back, his illusion shattered. Oriana stood victorious, her shield crackling with divine energy. "You may be the master of dreams," she said. "But I am the servant of God." Fever Dream lay on the ground, defeated. He knew that he had met his match. But as Oriana walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her. She had proven that even the most powerful illusions couldn't defeat true faith and devotion.