Where had they gone so wrong to incur the wrath of a moogle? They might not look like much, but Sylvarie was well aware of the potential of their might after so many years of having Primrose as her guardian, so the look on her face throughout this whole ordeal has been very distressed, particularly upon realising this foe was a mastered Dancer.

Even if the Fan Dance doesn’t seem to be working, Sylvarie was going to take no chances in diminishing their safety. But, ah... did they really have to rhyme each time?

“Fellow warrior, oh how we admire your might,
But unfortunately you force us to make this misunderstanding right
Blow for blow, we shall not yield
For on our side will be a mighty shield!”

Cheeks flushed, she nonetheless casts Protect upon the party, falling back into a stance that was nonetheless ready to swing her staff like a bat at the moogle if he came close.