Brass horns and drums, that grand sound of gladitorial beginnings. The members of the covenant raised their heads. In perfect sync, half erupt in song. Four beats later, the half containing Luz begin the song for the second time. The staggered vocals should, by all accounts, be jarring, but the round instead rings true. The higher voices which began it ring like bells, while the lower repeat their words as if the coliseum was echoing them back. The muses will be busy in these ti...