Vega
Indeed they weren't. The power behind her jump was so great, it had caused a handful of spectators to entirely lose their footing. Women, children, even once proud men. Once, they were at the heights of the stadium rings, but now, they fell. Horrified, those who realized what was going on could only watch.
A rose petal stroked the cheek of a horrified spectator. And another one, and another...
In the blink of an eye, each one that was falling disappeared one by one. It was almost incredible, before they hit the ground the dust shifted for a moment, and they vanished! What was the meaning of this? First Vega, now this attack, and now even they were starting to fade out in an instant!?
No.
The dust was clearing. You could almost see a shadow of a silouhette in one. No, two, three- wait!
It was Vega, holding a young girl like a bride, one of the spectators who had fallen, while the others were safe around him. The sword that was meant to strike down the bull could be found in the centre of the arena, untouched. After all, between taking a life and saving those, the choice was all too obvious.