The trotting of a horse's feet galloped as the Reignbow Arbiter himself was now before you, its bow in hand. It looked at you with a neutral expression as its centaur and cerulean body glimmered, its hind wheels at its rear hip flaring with blue-to-purple flame. Its long flowing cyan hair was brushed by the wind, and it's helmet glimmered in the limelight. It had no face, although a small four-pointed star in the central part of its head.