After what happened in their duel, Farah was about to leave the battlefield when suddenly she heard Lazaro's voice. "Would you love to have a second round?" he asked with a smirk written in his lips.
Farah turned her gaze back to Lazaro and chuckled, "well, it is up to you...If that will make you happy then why not," she answered and smiled.
"Would it be okay with you if I use, my own powers? Like my very own talent?" Lazaro asked Farah. That question somehow made Farah wonder what kind of magic does Lazaro has.
"Well, it's alright with me. It is a duel anyway, so I am down." She answered and smiled once again.
"Well then, take your position my dear Farah." Lazaro said, he pressed his lips together and combed the strand of hair that covered his eyes. Lazaro's hair isn't that long, but it is long enough to reach his eyes.
