Okay, this was my dream.
Formendacil, in Gondorian soldier-king attire, and
Farael, in wizard attire, were in some grassy field with me, wearing my infamous
red clouds in black cloak. We were there for a duel.
I threw some shurikens at them. They jumped to dodge my attack, but as soon as their feet touched the ground, two clones of me appeared from underground, grabbed the two Downers by the ankles, and then dragged them to the ground, leaving only their heads sticking up.
Needless to say, I won.