While outside Jason's body did not so much as twitch, inside was a whole different matter. An epic power struggle waged between Jason and the malevolent force, titanic blows struck. Soon, sweat began to bead on his forehead, rolling down his face and back. The droplets soon turned to blood, and then his body did move - uncontrollable spasms. The Nomad ships outside had stopped circling, stopped moving, almost seemed to have stopped breathing.
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It was a white room... or space... it was something. No walls, ceiling or floor, though something had to support Jason's feet. He was standing, poised on the balls of his feet. In front of him was the Nomad, rejuvenated to almost its peak of power - something Jason had always feared. It paced back and forth, almost seeming conflicted. They fought, though it was no visible.
You cannot win, Mooore... this time I have the COMMUNITY <mindshare> with me...
It was a threatening whisper in Jason's mind, an unusual emphasis placed on his name. He was scared, but he fought on. He had to, because if he lost, he had a feeling all of humanity would lose with him.
Parry, parry, parry... stab, slice, right-hook, left-hook, gotta crush the defenses, completely overwhelm or undermine, whichever works best...