After walking for a while, Ray found himself near the middle of the city, with other furs everywhere. He sighed, and moved to turn, when a figure behind him nearly made him scream. He drew his blade against the hallucination, and shouted. "What do you want?!"
"Your...life? Undeath? I don't know, we just want you gone. Too many souls are chained down by your existence, and they're willing to bleed through the eyes to get what they want."
Ray suddenly drew his blade wide, the mere force of which neatly knocked near passersby over. The hallucination had drawn his own blade, and took up his en garde stance. "Your move, young'n. 'Sides, we got others to deal with, so come on, let's get this over with." The hallucination's sword, a wicked-looking rapier, lashed out and knicked Ray's ear, neatly cutting into it. The young raccoon stumbled backwards, swinging his blade in defense. To those looking on, it seemed like Ray was fighting no-one. But to the raccoon, it was a fight for his existence.