Finding himself in a cold, blank void, Aiolos wondered if he had somehow died at some point along his journey. Last he remembered, he was... What was he doing? For some reason, he couldn't remember. he began to panic on the inside, but when he set his eyes on the man before him, listening to the dead words, he calmed down. "Either this is a dream, or I'm beginning to go insane... or maybe I really am dead." He murmured to himself. One thing was quite obvious, however; the man before him was not gonna be convinced by words to not fight.

Drawing his sword, he cast Bound Weapon on it before clumsily tossing it at the person in front of him and attempting to make some distance between them via back-stepping.