Now sing, o Muse, of golden-braided Yumika, bold vanquisher of Yomi’s vast and ravening hordes, defender of this world with scepter and with bow, whose swift-flown shafts of sacred light rebuke the dark. Though long beset by countless trials of love and war, fair Yumika, with friendship as her guiding star, returned to gird again for battle with her foes.
“I think there’s something wrong with my narration, Mai”, the warrior of light confided in her friend. “It didn’t used to be in meter, did it?”
“No,” responded Mai, of crimson flaming scimitar. “I’m hearing it as well. It’s weirdly catchy, too.”
“Remember that strange omen we received last week?” asked emerald-skirted Yuki, quick of word and wit. “We were all warned that Eris would arrive quite soon, and try to throw the mortal world in disarray. So maybe she’s to blame.”
“I fucking hate this shit,” moaned sullen-tempered Tokiko of raven garb. “Why can’t we ever fight a normal villain, huh?”