[ Desensitized as he is, all Ardyn does is tilt his head slightly to prevent whatever projectile rockets by from doing any real harm. It wouldn't have even if it hit him, of course, but that's neither here nor there. Who is here though is a new(?) face to him, fighting energetically against the creatures laying in wait in the garden's shaded depths.

Funny enough, his fighting style is a bit familiar. The way that weapon changes so easily is reminiscent of the Royal Arms that Noctis could wield. He preferred his scythe to any of the many in the kings arsenals- A fun bit of symbolism, certainly, but also something he was used to wielding back in the day as a mortal man tending to fields amongst the commonfolk. ]

I was, [ he says, bringing up a bottle of some kind of alcohol to drink deep from briefly. Why would he resist the temptations of this dream? ] And now I am even more. This is far more entertaining than anything here so far. [ Look at him go... It's as tiring to watch as it is somewhat impressive. ]

As for what's going on, I couldn't tell you. I just happened to wake up in a garden [ instead of a ditch ] and decided that was simply how the day was going to be. Some days are just full of nice surprises though.