Oh dear! What is this now? Torn away from writing a lovely ballad about his lost love to engage in a battle of music with a... a sleeping, hopelessly-in-love mute? What manner of jest is this? Oh, was it Edward's song? Was it his blistering speed edge over the petty thief combined with the mystical power of his songs that reduced Karn to nothing but a pathetic excuse of whatever being he is? This fight shall be dauntingly long, but our lovable Spoony Bard shall come out victorious to claim what is rightfully his.
