[u][center][h3][color=00aeef]~Farrah Gilden~[/color][/h3][/center][/u]
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Farrah planted both feet onto the ground and used her momentum to spin deftly in place, noting how the flaming orb of silver skimmed past her body and into the wall of the coliseum. When she was facing Moros yet again she was back in a speed frenzy, dashing at the boy with blade ready in hand. The clang of metal rang out as blade met staff head on.

The two of them were in a standstill, allowing Moros the opportunity to enact his plan…or would have had Farrah not ignited her other hand with blue flames and made a direct punch for his face. Up above, the battle between Spirits reflect that of their Song knights, metal facing off against the fires of magical prowess. For her part, Ravielin was quite enjoying this fight.

The metal shots aimed at her were easily deflected and blocked by her own metal-like arms. They bounced off with her own strength pushing them back, taking any time she could to fire of streams of flame in Leafay’s direction, turning up the heat with every attack. A grin of battle was sported on her face, the joy of the fight coursing through her veins.

But alas, events were destined to take a terrible turn for the worst. The cheering of the crowd was suddenly silenced by a mocking voice, one that Farrah couldn’t recognize. As such she halted in punching Moros’ face out to listen to the threat…and then her eyes looked up to see the mass of Dissonances falling from the sky. Raining hell.

Well at least she didn’t need to tell Moros about the priorities of this fight. Nodding to Ravielin, she jumped up and let her Spirit carry her, eyes narrowing as she flew ever higher up. Blade in hand, she began to hack and slash at the Dissonances that had yet to form on the ground, still free falling. She really wanted to investigate the source of that mysterious voice but knew her duty as a Song Knight was to protect the innocent first and foremost.

Unbeknownst to her, a Song Knight was already taking up the matter on their own. Darrel was moving like a shadow, gaze resolute and features as stoic as ever. Any Dissonance that wanted to get in his way would find themselves deader than dead. His target was clear: the girl whose voice had caused this catastrophe to begin. For someone walking against the crowd, he was moving through it with little difficulty.

[color=c4df9b]“Ah, Princess Emilia. If I were savvy, I’d say you were the cause of this,”[/color] Darrel said, with deadpan reaching the small area in which the royals resided. He stared right through her, wondering if she really did have something to do with this.