Amelia sighed.
It was a rather unfortunate set of circumstances that brought her here, today. Well, not really unfortunate that she was here, but more so unfortunate that she arrived late. Much too late to take part in the tournament. Her father was certain to scold her for it once she returned home, but there was little she could do about it now so worrying about it wouldn't be good. She'd take the punishment and scolding, as one should when they make mistakes.
Still, she wasn't looking forward to to it.
"Aww, cheer up babe. It's not like we have to go home soon. We're grown women, we can do whatever we want~" A voice beside her chuckled. The source of the voice, a certain mischievous little Imp by the name of Nemain, was wearing her usual grin and was wearing her usual...lack of clothing as she floated beside her. The creatures wings flapped slowly as she hovered on her back, likely lounging on some unseen air current. In one of her hands was a ripe red apple, and since Amelia hadn't given it to her, she could only assume she had stolen it when she wasn't looking.
The thought only made her sigh again, and hold a hand to her temples in slight frustration. While she wasn't going to scold Nem for doing such a thing, it was annoying to say the least. If she had gotten caught, then that would just be more trouble for her.
"If I don't, I'll only be in more trouble." Amelia replied, giving the spirit a sharp look, voice harsh.
"And I would prefer it if you didn't steal when we're in the middle of something." Nem simply rolled her eyes in an almost mechanical fashion, in a manner suggesting it was a routine action for her. She floated over to Amelia, placing an elbow on the humans shoulder and leaning on her, apple still in one hand.
"Steal? Why, these apples are all mine, Amy. Want a taste?~" The nickname caused Amelia to redden slightly. She had never gotten used to such a casual manner of being addressed, even by Nem. Not to mention, judging from the tone and way she said 'apples', and currently turned her body to face Amelia and was pressing her chest into her arm, she was insinuating something else entirely. Amelia simply huffed in dismay. Sometimes, Nem's shenanigans were amusing. Sometimes, they were just annoying.
This time, it was the latter. Maybe it was just the bad mood she was in.
"I'd rather have melons, thank you." Amelia replied, with a grunt, picking up the pace towards the Colosseum. She'd at least watch the fights. Things could be learned from watching, after all, and as much as she'd love to participate, it was much too late for that. Nem simply floated there, losing her grip on Amelia's arm as she walked off, looking like a child who had their ice cream fall onto the ground and melt into oblivion.
"Melons are neither cute nor adorable..." She muttered to herself, before kicking up a little gust with her wings, catching up with Amelia.
"Come oooon, Amy." Nem continued, floating beside her, holding the apple tantalizingly close to Amelia's face.
"I know your disappointed because you didn't get to fight, love, but that's no reason to be all grumpy."Amelia simply looked somewhat boredly at Nem. The human had never really been able to hide much from the spirit.
"Let's say we go relax a bit after the tournament, hmm? You've been in a bad mood the entire time we've been here, and if you don't cheer up, I'm going to have to take drastic measures!~"Well, she wasn't wrong. She had been in a fairly foul mood this entire time. Relaxing might be nice...though, she wasn't really sure how to 'relax' unless it meant sparring. She also had a sinking feeling she knew what those 'drastic measures' would be, and she
really didn't want to experience that
again.
"I suppose we could..." She almost dismissively replied. Amelia almost wanted a Dissonance to appear, if only she could have something to do. But well, that would be bad and she didn't want needless chaos to happen.
"Though, I doubt many song knights would be able to keep up.""Pfft, does it matter? You could just toy with them for a bit, babe." Nem replied, bringing the apple away from Amelias face since she seemed completely uninterested in it, taking a bite of the fruit herself.
"...Hmm, juicy!~" She said through mouthful of apple.
"That is not something any honorable Knight would ever do." The Knight replied sternly.
"I'm neither, so I don't have to worry about that!~" She giggled once again, before taking another bite of the apple. Amelias shoulders slumped slightly. Why did the gods have to
curse bless her with such a troublesome spirit?
For the most part, their exchanges continued in a similar manner all the way to the Colosseum. Amelia had been hoping to arrive before they started, but it seemed she was a little late for that as well. Still, she watched the ensuing battles with rapt attention, delighting in the dance of Knight and Spirit. She wanted to be down there herself, but that was the consequence of being late, one she'd be certain not to make again. For the most part, Nem simply watched with boredom, seemingly uninterested in the display. In fact, she had her hands resting behind her head, hovering slightly off the ground...snoring.
And then it seemed the gods smiled on her plight.
The entire Colosseum shook, waking even Nem from her little nap and causing her to lose concentration, and land on the ground with a small, adorable sounding squee noise.
"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~"Sheets of music began falling over the arena, Dissonances' spawning before they even hit the ground.
"H-huh? What gives! I was having a nice dream involving a banana and a really big pair of apples." Nem complained.
"Dissonances'" Amelia simply replied, drawing her sword from its sheathe. Nems face suddenly turned a bit serious, though she didn't seem overly concerned.
"Well, have fun with that, then.""Of course I will." Her usual neutral expression was replaced with a smirk as she brought the hilt of her blade to her lips. Placing her fingers upon the instrument, she began
playing. It was a fast paced, energetic upbeat tune. It was only a short piece of course, as time was of the essence here, but its melody echoed through the Collesuem, and its effects took hold quickly. Soon, her body felt as light as a feather, and she could feel the minuscule currents of air moving around her.
Without a word to Nem, she entered the fray. The Spirit, simply watched with mild interest as Amelia began fighting.
Amelia sent about getting to work quickly. It wasn't her job to contain the chaos, and chances were since the civilians were already panicking, it would be a bad idea to try and interfere with them as they were. The most effective method to stop this from spreading, was to deal with the source. In this case, the undead soldiers. Taking note of a few more Song Knights in her vicinity, she made sure to leave them to their battles unless her assistance was absolutely required.
So she focused on the group of skeletons in front of her.
She jumped over the first one, landing gracefully on her feet behind it. Before it had a chance to even react, she plunged her blade into his head as another attempted to sneak attack her from behind. She jumped to the side, spinning as she withdrew her blade from the undead and impaling the second on it, grabbing it by its head and pulling it towards her. She jumped, her body turning vertical and spinning once while she jumped over the second as a third undead's weapon just barely avoiding clipping her. She landed gracefully on her feet, and continued her assault.
She would probably look like a graceful whirlwind to any looking in. She danced among the undead, blade slicing at their necks, spines, and any weak point she thought she saw. Avoiding their blows was easy enough. She could almost tell where they were coming from before they even attacked. More than once she pulled of a feat of incredible acrobatics. And occasionally, she'd skillfully play another short melody on the flute, whilst still managing to dodge and attack blows.
Nem, simply continued to watch. She almost wanted one to attack her so she'd have something to do, but for ht most part, she remained out of the battle for now.
