"...Who do you work for?..."

Niigata.

*Bang*

Ellis's eyes widen in shock seeing his third and last remaining teammate get knocked out by the enemy's huge phantom limbs raining down.

He gets over it however.

His teammates already inflicted a few injuries to the spear-wielding, kimono-wearing man and he would not allow this enemy to rest.

He hurriedly plucks the shortest strings of his harp, producing *ding* *ling* *ting* high pitched notes.

Along with the notes appear meters - long and curved wedge similar to the sharp edge of an ax, and are made of ice; its ice-cold sharpness even more apparent being shined upon by the June Niigata Sun.

The sharp wedges then shoot towards his enemy at a speed a bit faster than the speed of sound. To his disappointment, the enemy simply dodges or breaks his ice wedges.

He still has not given up however and *ding* *ling* *ting* continues to pluck high pitched notes.