[h3][color=magenta][center][i]Cass Mormont[/i][/center][/color][/h3]
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The Bombardier Knight and the World Serpent awaited for their battle to begin with baited breath, excitement radiating off the draconic spirit despite her gruffness while the Trap starting to drum his fingers along the length of his horn. They could already see the pitched battle that was to come and were as prepared as they could ever be for pitched combat.

Yet they couldn't have foreseen their adversary for the round turn back the way they came and leave the arena, their match totally forgotten in favor of places elsewhere. Jorm's jaw hit the ground in astonishment and didn't return to it's proper place till long after the other combatants threw themselves into their own bouts. [color=limegreen]"Not that's just not fair. Can they even tease us like that!?"[/color]

[color=magenta]"Well it's not like they can be disqualified if they've already dropped out."[/color] Cass said with a shrug. [color=magenta]"If they have lost the will to fight another Song Knight, we can't begrudge them this. At least now there isn't the possibility of animosity being born, even if only from conflict for bragging rights. Guess we can wait for the-"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"One moment of your attention, everyone. I'm sorry to say but, this mockery of a tournament will be cancelled shortly. Please, accept this little present, as a payback for your troubles~"[/color]

Such simple words from a figure that Cass would not recognize--having been uninvolved in the prior incident with Mary entering the city via high speed collision-- would precede a maelstrom of chaos erupting in the mighty Bach Empire's capital. In the intervening seconds after the sheaf's of paper spawned their cursed brood amongst the populace, lives were lost to the skeletal monsters for the sake of senseless slaughter. [color=limegreen]"Now we've got some action! Who needs mock battle when we have the real blood sport right here in the coliseum!"[/color]

If the situation were not so drastically dire Cass may have offered his spirit more than a stern glare in recompense for her poor choice of words, but there was work to be done and very little time to do it. This was a wretched battlefield for Cass and Jormundgand, who were more specialized towards using overwhelming force with a great deal of collateral damage, yet now found themselves restricted by the abundance of civilians amongst the Dissonances. 

[color=magenta]"Don't loose your Earthen Rain unless certain that no innocent shall be harmed. Focus on protecting as many as you can, and keep the exits clear so people can escape!"[/color] Cass ordered while a quick whistle expanded the concussion horn to its full size around him. Another whistle had a column of earth raise at an acute angle beneath his feet that launched him up and away towards the bleachers. His descent took him on a course straight for the back of an unawares monster trying to remove its sword off a carcass it skewered. The dissonance would find itself on the receiving end of its own barbarism, Cass drawing his steel mid flight and running it through an undead skull before using the body as a landing pad.

Not a moment was wasted as the Trap turned on the spot and launched himself around the coliseum's circumference, pausing only long enough to skewer another monster that wasn't being dealt with by the others, as he made his way towards the section he recalled seeing the princess residing. While Ires was not the sovereign of his land, Cass and the others were welcomed into her kingdom and now it was only right to honor her generosity by laying his life on the line if this proved to be an assassination attempt.