[The strings continue to thrash, some reaching up toward Asch to slash at his legs, batting him around like a toy on a string. Others seem to tremble beneath Flayn's feet, but as she gets up again she'll notice that she's beginning to rise in the air as if on a platform, just out of Asch's reach and into a whirlwind and sharp winds and petals. The platform spirals and moves around him, the stage resetting as Asch begins to give in, and the chain twirls to hoist itself just a bit higher on his limbs.
Dimitri, meanwhile, will find that the bs are persistent little buggers, and will continue to follow him solely to block his vision and his hearing, forcing him to navigate his way across the field. The grass will try to trip him up, and a string whips him across the back. But charging forward, up the stairs, he finds himself at the edge of a very narrow and rickety catwalk, several feet from the center where Asch hangs. The spotlights move to try and catch all three of them, the lights almost harsh and angry as the music's more insistent.
And the bow leaves the body of the violin to hit the ground, continuing to severe the field and create a fault meant to divide them.]
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Dimitri, meanwhile, will find that the bs are persistent little buggers, and will continue to follow him solely to block his vision and his hearing, forcing him to navigate his way across the field. The grass will try to trip him up, and a string whips him across the back. But charging forward, up the stairs, he finds himself at the edge of a very narrow and rickety catwalk, several feet from the center where Asch hangs. The spotlights move to try and catch all three of them, the lights almost harsh and angry as the music's more insistent.
And the bow leaves the body of the violin to hit the ground, continuing to severe the field and create a fault meant to divide them.]