Firion pushed himself up, his arm sore but on the mend. He nodded to Edward. "I am well, thank you, my friend."

He looked to the warriors who tried to tear at Garland. Genesis with his flaming sword, Light with his shining sword, and Mrjn with her deadly spear. Refia's magic was almost a constant as he felt the reflect shield in case him and suddenly the battle field was surrounded by the bard's magical lyre.

Things were finally going in their favor! "Keep playing!" The teen called, he finally stood up and in front of Edward. He had to keep the song from reaching an end before the battle was over. Bow in hand, he drew back the string and an arrow of light appeared forth. Waiting for an opening between the warriors' physical barrage, he let loose the arrow once it was found.