Like Mikleo, Tear was also pushed back several feet by Gareth's attack, still taking the brunt of the damage with her determination to shield him. However, when such damage was combined with the smoke borne of the flames engulfing the field and the injuries she was already sustaining, Tear's voice became choked as she mustered together her strength to remain standing upright. Without it, the effects of her songs would begin to ebb away.

But she wasn't going to simply stand around incapacitated. Breath uneven and struggling to regain her bearings, the soldier nonetheless narrowed her eyes as she raised her bow and quietly whispered a response to Mikleo's question. "There is no time to think—only act."

Aim focused on the king, Tear unleashed a Heavy Shot toward him before reaching for the harp attached to the bow barely a moment after, a precaution she had prepared in the event her voice began to fail her as it was doing now. Though the range wasn't as wide as her voice was, it was better than nothing as she began to pluck the strings to lay down the melodies anew, beginning with Troubadour.