Holding the last note just a [i]bit[/i] too long, Tyaethe drummed her fingers on the sword. Not enough time to sing another, and it wasn't like Rozenalt would recognise any of the songs written about him to take offence to, more was the pity. So, was there anything practical she could do to make this easier?

…

Not particularly. She wasn't some grand mage, and who knew what the leaders of the Hunt [i]exactly[/i] fell under. It was hard to think of specific countermeasures in that regard, and her resources for [i]Rozenalt's[/i] abilities were the same they had been before. She had her sword, she had her body, and she had the stamina to go all night. Though…

"Oh, a warning to you all; try to avoid getting my blood all over you."