"All I know are traditional love songs.. I wonder if that will be enough to help? Certainly Haruka-san didn't teach them to me with this sort of situation in mind.."
"There is great power in song. To rend an enemy powerless with mere voice alone is a force I have seen myself."
In rapid succession, she pulls four red orbs from her dress, pulling pins out of each of them. Each transforms into a small, beetle-shaped automata.
With a foreign word, they hover around the string-playing strangers.
"Sing, stranger. No harm will come to your band."
The princess is a mediocre musician at best. Her strength lies in combat; and that's what she continues to do with cold, unflinching efficiency. The moment she takes off the ground running, her blade sinks itself into flesh and metal.
