Inner Warrior
As he sat there, the newest creation of a terrible creature, he thought. Nightmare's creatures were born with strong intelligence, even simple ones like him. He thought about what his life would be like here, as a servant to the greatest evil. He thought about if he wanted this. Sometime inside of him despised his master's plan. Something was screaming "no". It felt like some kind of fighter; a warrior. But he also pondered that being a short life if the darkness overpowered him.
Then he thought about the alternate option, and pulled out his sword with a rebellious glare.