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[Dragonruby]

"Holy shit!" Lucas cried out loud in surprise as his efforts proved to be much more effective than he'd ever hoped. He'd half expected his attack to simply be deflected or perhaps simply punch straight through their opponents to no effect considering what they were facing, and yet here he was able to put multiple of them down. Perhaps he had overestimated their foe? Either way, Lucas couldn't help but feel overjoyed at this discovery. He could fight back. He wouldn't just be dead weight. He could be of use. His reverie was broken by the sudden charge of more of the undead, and he panicked for a moment as he quickly tried to bring himself back into the fight even as he cursed himself for letting his concentration lapse so much. Thankfully, Berserker was there besides him and he gave her a thankful nod, smiling at her words. It was nice to have a Servant around to keep you safe.

He moved back, allowing Raikou to take the front as Lucas relegated himself to ranged support, like he promised. He was extremely tempted to press into melee and see if his other abilities would be just as effective, but he had made a promise to Archer. Afterall, he really didn't have much of a right to complain when he could fight in this manner.

With Berserker taking the enemy's charge, the fight turned almost into a routine as he had all the time he needed to aim and fire. Find an opponent, breath in, breath out, focus, shoot. Almost like clockwork as he did what he could to thin out the horde, even as he listened to Archer's regular reports back. He was glad for the reports. It let him know that she was still safe, and it sounded like everything was going according to plan, at least from what brief words she gave him. "Keep it up, Archer, we're doing just fine out here. I have faith in you."

Lucas spared a glance back towards Lancer and Barr now too as Raikou mentions them. Spotting them both safe and sound, he shoots them both a wide grin and a thumbs up. Things really were going surprisingly smooth.

 

[CatJones]

Fighting always had a way of distorting time, Tokugawa noticed, feeling like she had been swinging and dodging for weeks. She was attacking far less then Saber, but having already been hit once, she didn't want to experience it again. Saber was just tougher then she was, her armor and high durability, coupled with the natural power she gained by being in her realm made her a juggernaut of power. Every swing of her sword, every flare of fire, another creature found itself on a short lived defensive.

Saber was a wrecking ball to Tokugawa's slow moving scalpel. The two worked well together though, capable of staying out of each others way and occasionally finding themselves knocking an enemy into their allies path, giving them free reign to deliver damage from an unexpected direction. Tokugawa jumped back when she heard Berserker asking them a question. She jerked her head towards the Arch, seeing a bored Lancer shielding her Master from the raging battle.

“Yeah. They're fine! Enjoying the show!” Tokugawa yelled back before jumping back into the fray, her curved blade meeting the thick leg of one of the still numerous bone monsters.

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[BearBearBear]

Alexandria was disappointed for three main reasons.

The rude doctor had gone to her for some reason, and thus she no longer had an excuse to go visit the two servants. She would admit that she wasn't too keen on meeting Da Vinci, maybe a hand through the heart would teach the genius her place, but the new class, the Shielder seemed interesting. The Fate system's workings were still beyond her complete understanding, but there must have been something going on to allow Chaldea to modify the container to best suit a certain class of Heroic Spirits.

Fou had fled her embrace, jumping down and hiding behind her leg once more when the mana in the air became too much for the creature to endure. She was glad that he didn't flee from her entirely, but being rejected by a puppy always hurt. She wanted to meet the Beast in the honored field of combat at one point, just to see how well she would do against something whose sole purpose was to erase humanity, but now that that was not to be, she wanted to see what kind of creature would turn away from it's raison d'etre to save a little girl.

And the third...

"Hold that thought, doctor." Alexandria could look past the partly force the doctor mustered as well as the illusion of destruction that was presented to her. The field around her was hers, and even if it had nothing augmenting it at the moment, she could clearly see what belonged to others. The Mana around what was left of the maimed limb resisted Gaia's encroachment much like her field did. The way it resembled itself into the form of a scorpion, a lesser familiar no doubt, was simply confirmation. "I know you're excited but, we can't fight the undead army just yet."

Her power had been at the ready ever since she called on her first rune, and when her second failed to destroy something that dared to interrupt her, she decided to call for a third.

"Isa."

If Hagalaz was the power of the storm, Isa was the stillness that stopped rivers. The effect was immediate, a frozen dome materialized around the position of the scorpion, boxing it it, limiting its vision, and making it more visible to the doctor as well as the contingent he brought with him. It wasn't ice that hid the scorpion from view, the power of two Runes was enough to take the heat from the air and freeze it solid. It was only a matter of time before the Rune froze what was within as well, but just to be of the safe side, a second and third facet of the Rune was invoked with but a thought.

Isa was the Rune of Control, as well as the Rune of Dissipation. Under it's power the mighty Spirits were made vulnerable and before it even great magics are weakened if not totally broken.

Alexandria had repelled a Caster's magics with the use of Isa alone, augmented by Kenaz, the rune could only undone with powers beyond the Present Era. Again, she wouldn't be surprised if the insect survived, she had fought down the Spider once so it was only natural she had even more tricks up her sleeve, but at the very least this would give them a few hours reprieve.

If it comes back, then maybe she'll try something stronger.

"You're very welcome, doctor." Satisfied with her work, Alexandria once more reached down to pluck the nuzzling creature and settled him between her arms. If any were giving her strange looks, she dismissed them with a smile. "Now, since I assume you've seen the scans, why don't we deal with the other problem?"

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[AJustKnight]

“Later, Leo.” Sheilder gave a wave over her shoulder as she left the observation booth, not bothering to look back at the Servant, figuring she was focused on her work. It was only a moment outside the room when her master spoke to her, asking about the monsters they had seen on the screen.

“Yeah, I saw it too. Like they knew we were there, watching them.” Sheilder crossed her arms as she walked, looking down at the ground as she walked, deep in thought. “You think there's any chance that the abnormality could start affecting us here? Like, attacking HQ?”

Shielder knew her way to the training room like the back of her hand, taking the lead with her master, taking the shortest route to there. As she stepped into the room, looking at the soft mats in the center of the room, figuring it would be good to stretch first. She wanted to ask about her master's flexibility with her injury, but figured that the talk about the odd enemy behaviors was more important.

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[LoneSniper87]

"I highly doubt it. Chaldea is a rather secure facility." Ana responded, stretching out onto the mat with surprising ease. She only really struggled with trying to get her hand to lay flat at times. "Perhaps when the others return we can ask their thought on the enemy." She rose to full height again, shrugging off her long-sleeve, revealing her scarred arm fully, save for her hand. She fiddled with the strap of the tank top, then made a spear like before. "Let's get going then, Mordred. It's been awhile since I've seen you fight." She commented, twirling the spear with her good arm and readying it.

 

[AJustKnight]

“Hmmm. I suppose you're right on both accounts.” Shielder cupped her chin in her hand, waiting for her Master to finish preparing. Her eyes were instinctively drawn to her Masters mangled looking arm. She would feel bad about hitting it during training, but at the same time, an enemy wouldn't hold back. It was a moral issue, but Shielder would have to attack as if she menat harm to the woman before her.

“I'll hold back somewhat, Master, so it'll be more like a battle with a monster then a servant. I issued this challenge, so to me goes the first blow.” She pulled mana from her opponent, the Shield of Conquerors appearing, strapped to her left arm, the thinner point that was meant to be the bottom was pointing skyward, ending at just above her shoulder, while the thicker top of the dragon bone shield ended just a foot past her fist. It was sturdy, so she didn't have to worry about it taking any lasting damage.

Shielder pulled back into a low stance, shield hanging to the side, ready to lunge forward. At full speed, she could clear the gap in an instant, to fast for human reactions, but a mage might be able to pull a clever trick. She wouldn't blame her master for using magic if she wanted, it was part of a mage's arsenal and thus fair game. With that thought, Shielder lunged forward, her shield coming up to block her front, out far enough for her free hand to pump with her run.

Closing the distance in just a few long strides, she slid into a shield strike, thrusting the blunt top of her defensive weapon at her opponents throat, knowing she could stop just a few centimeters from her masters head if she didn't get out the way fast enough, or parry. Shielder had to make sure the blow wasn't at full force, that it had an air of human level strength, rather then her monstrous strength. As the shield surged forward, she prepared her right arm to block with her wide vambrace, in case her master dodged and countered from that direction.

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[LoneSniper87]

Ana watched as she got her stance together, slowly starting to form something in her free hand. As Shielder kunger at her she brought up the still forming shield, striking away the shield but causing hers to shatter in the process. With the action she sounds right, spear lunged low at her leg. During this she began to form another shield in her grasp. She wasn't trying to rely too much in other magic, as it was a game of chance with that. "Your quicker than I remember." She said while drawing back, hit or miss.
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[BlightGiver]

The agitated undead Caster made less than logical movements; jumping around and avoiding Archer's attacks; except for one. The Black Key behind it came forward at immense speeds, plowing right through the base of the Caster's lower body. The damage, whilst seemingly nothing more than just a hole through it, was enough to make the tendril severe it's connection to the Caster; retracting back into the tower, the Caster fell to the ground face first. It lay there for a few brief moments, offering a sense of repieve, especially since it's larval based arms also disintegrated, leaving it's torso nothing in the ways of mobility. However, the Caster slowly lifted it's head, looking directly at Archer; yet, it's face seemed less inhuman. Both of it's eyes appeared distraught, tears streaming down both of it's cheeks. "Too much....." It stated with a raspy tone. "Pain....hurts....."

It's words being seemingly just nonsensical, yet somewhat relevant, no information could really be gained from those two statements. So it was no surprise that the Caster's disintegration commenced afterwards. Starting from the bottom torso, it's disintegration was absurdly slower than those of the other undead killed so far. Da Vinci kept a steady eye on it in case any changes develop.....but nothing, other than it writhing about from apparent trauma cause by the process. "No..." It moaned, now being just a head. " The Hol-" No more could be said as it disappeared completely, into a puddle of corruptive liquid. "Looks like that's it for him." Da Vinci obviously stated. "But how many classes are left again?" she ponders, mentally going over the various enemies killed so far.

MocaPoka


Everyone's fighting on the bridge had dragged on for quite a while now, and Raikou was starting to seem distracted by this notion. "Hey, Lucas," she asked the master by her side. "It's quite obvious by now that the enemy knows we're here. And I'll assume our strike team in the field will be found eventually, so why is it keeping up with this act? Neither side is gaining any ground here." She struck her sword right through an undead's face, looking it directly in the eyes afterwards. "What are you planning?" She angrily shouted, staring it in it's lifeless eyes. No response was given, so she smacked it away before moving onto the next one.

Minutes later, Raikou would get her answer, as no more enemies were brought up from the Thames. The remaining undead were soon brought down to very few numbers with strikes from the Servants. "This can't possibly be the end..." She worried, breathing very heavily. Lancer's distraction continued to work on the less than 30 undead remaining, but with no more being unleashed, who knows how useful such a tactic would be.

But that wouldn't be necessary to debate over; the field surrounding clock tower immediately dissipated, revealing the grayed, decaying landscape with the ruined clocktower. The anomalous top pulsing very rapidly like a heart pumping blood. Having not expected such an organic appearance, Raikou looked away from it. "Yeesh, talk about gross." She whispered, momentarily glad her master wasn't around to see her like this. The anomalous structure's pulsing slowed down, and for only one reason; it's many tendrils snaking into the earth were pulled back to their source, shrinking in size and number. John saw this over the monitors in his area of safety and was very tempted to go out and pull Raikou inside. "Talk about gross...." he whispered, glad that his servant wasn't around to hear that.

The anomalous structure shifted and shook all over, as the tendrils repositioned themselves against the sides of the tower. But instead of going into it again, they appeared to grab onto it; the structure carefully lifted itself off of the tower and moved over to the side. "What in the hell...." Da Vinci was speechless, seeing the anomaly's new change in strategy. It proceeded to climb down the side of the tower steadily, the front of it facing everyone on the bridge. "Oh no....Someone tell Lancer to back out! We can't stay here when that thing arrives!" Raikou shouted to Saber and Tokugawa further away.

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With the scorpion completely frozen solid, Roman was put at ease. Having basic knowledge of arthropods, he knew many of them didn't handle the cold very well, and it would seem this obscure manifestation followed biology to a point. It was then that Alexandria brought up the "other problem", whatever that meant, Roman had no clue at first. The anomaly was being dealt with, the scorpion was incapacitated for who knows how long, and Fou was unharmed. Then it hit him, the scorpion's sudden manifestation seemed rather deliberate, breaching into Chaldea from some other point in time and space. "Quick," Roman shouted to a few guards at his side. "We must get the data of those recent temporal signatures!" If this bug problem had any correlation to the anomalies all over the timeline, Chaldea will put the pieces together.

Then, he gestured for most of the other guards to dismiss as well, seeing as he no longer felt any inclination that Alexandria would purposely attack someone. "I...I owe you an apology...." He meekly told the powerful guest. "I had a completely wrong judgement of your character, and nearly caused a situation that shouldn't ever happen." The doctor let out a sigh before continuing, "I'm very sorry." He stated, giving a bow in addition. The remaining guards didn't follow along with Roman's apology, so they just stood by confused.

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[MocaPoka]

Archer​

The monstrosity was speaking and clearly defeated, so Archer stepped out from within her blazing inferno and let the legendary flames slowly dim and fade away. Her surprise attack with the larger Black Key had been successful in severing the evil from its base, however her conceptual weapon itself was now worn and cracked from overuse. Slowly and carefully walking towards the fallen nightmare, she dismissed the weapon but made note of how useful it had been in this battle. Perhaps she would practice on making more of a role for her Black Keys in combat besides using them as simple arrows?

As the horror disintegrated Archer felt a wave of pity wash over her as it cried in pain. Perhaps the horror did not become a nightmare of it’s own free will? “The Hol-?” Archer pondered the last words of the monstrosity as it faded from the living world into what she prayed was a blissful peace. Perhaps it was trying to say The Holy Grail? Archer was broken out of her wondering when she received surprisingly joyful and encouraging mental words from her Master. What could have caused this happy mood from Lucas while in the middle of a battle?

Archer giggle at her own foolishness; it was because Lucas was in the middle of a battle and doing well in it that he was happy! He was proving himself as a mage and warrior…. And she was proving her own worth as well! “I have faith in you as well Master. I defeated one of the monstrosities by myself! Stronger than the other ones! A mage version that tried to summon a blight of maggots to consume me!” She was proud of her achievement in the sad horror’s cleansing, and perhaps if she continued to prove her value as a Servant, Lucas would be less inclined to replace her with another… at-least for a little while longer? “I am uninjured as well Master! I trust you have been wise and safe as well?”

She had been blessed in getting through the battle without so much as a scratch. At the thought Archer looked down at her arms and body inspecting for any minor injuries. She gasped in horror at the terrible sight…

She was…

Her body was…

Her skin was…

Filthy!

Dirt and gray dust from the dead world, as well as black soot from her flames, covered her once pristine mocha skin tone. In rising panic, she brought a lock of soft hair to her eyes and saw that the once light pink hair, carefully cared for by the expensive hair shampoos Lucas had been kind enough (guilted into) buying her… was now a disgusting shade of ugly dark gray. Rebecca had forgotten about the cruel realities and horrors of battle…

Her mourning was forced to subside as the barrier surrounding the dead world vanished and the larger evil on top of the clock tower actually lifted itself up and started climbing down the structure. However it wasn’t facing her but instead the other members of her war-band. Summoning her bow, Archer hopped back several meters and mentally called for her Master, “Master the source of the evil is… climbing down the tower! I think it means to head towards the main group’s location!” She had no idea what the things goals were or what it was capable of. Should she regroup with the others? Unleash her Noble Phantasm? Slow it down with Black Keys? “Master, what are your orders?” She would trust her Master to make the call.

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[CatJones]

Tokugawa saw it at roughly the same time that Berserker did, with Saber only a few second after them, when Tokugawa pointed at it dumbstruck. The strange tendrils and attached creature was ponderously making its way towards the bridge. Avengers mind drew a blank at the creature. The bone monsters were one thing, misshapen and gruesome, but no where near as terror inducing as the one that was now heading their way. Saber didn't seem as distraught, quickly taking in the monstrous visage and preparing herself to do battle with it, bringing her sword up to face it.

As Tokugawa prepared to join her, figuring it was about to be a terrible new battlefield, Berserkers voice broke the still air, shattering it like glass. Lancer! Avenger spun towards their wayward ally, calling after them. “Lancer! Barr! Come with us! We'll force our way back to Berserker and Lucas!” After her rallying call, she looked at Saber. The knight was still facing the new enemy, seemingly having forgotten about the others on the bridge.

“Saber. We need to push through and get Lancer's master to safety. Then we can deal with that...thing.” Saber didn't even flinch, still staring down the enemy, facing away from the Japanese warrior.. The other warrior wasn't paying her any mind. Avenger brought the side of her sword against the black knight's shoulder, a loud clang ringing out from the strike. Saber broke her stare, looking over her shoulder at Avenger. Avenger was used to dealing with warriors and their stubborn ways. One of her sons had been that same way, and now she was glad to have had that experience in her waking life.

“Don't throw your life away here. We'll have a chance to fight that thing, on better terms then this!” She brought her sword back, waiting and hoping that the other warrior would join her in guiding Barr across the bridge, back to the rest of the team. “Besides, isn't a King supposed to protect others first?”

Saber slowly shifted, her sword now held up against the remaining bone monsters, standing side by side with Avenger, quietly telling her, “Fine. But the honor of killing that thing is mine.”

“Not if I kill it first.” Avenger smiled, a true sense of warrior pride brimming through her.

In unison they surged forth, starting to cut a bloody swath through the enemies, assuming Lancer and Barr would be behind them shortly.

TelisOldfield

 

[TelisOldfield]

“Piggy, what is that?” Lancer was half disgusted, half amazed by the sudden appearance of the tendril monster and the decayed clock tower. Bar was awestruck, only thinking of the demon pillars they had helped defeat, but this creature was different. It just seemed off, even to a man who had seen such monsters. His mind briefly thought about the works of a certain American novelist. A horrible eldritch creature beyond the scope of mortal thought, He gave his panicked servant the only response he could think of. He shrugged.


Both of there attentions were pulled away from the spectacle as Avenger ordered them to regroup with the others. “Who does she think she is, bossing an Idol around? I guess we should play along.” Lancer was doing her best to remain calm and in control, but her giving up to the authority of others was proof that the small dragon-girl was quickly losing grip of her situational control. Barr let his hand plop on her head for a second, quickly stroking between her horns and under her little cowboy hat. She didn't complain, since no one was looking. Servant or not, children sometimes need a kind hand.


Lancer pulled her spear close to her as she led Barr away from the monument, leveling it at the closest enemy as she joined the fray with Saber and Avenger. Barr was more nimble then a man his size had a right to be, but laced between the sounds of battle was his heavy breathing, intermittent with the clash of swords and spear. Barr's survival instinct had always been a cut above the rest, having spent his teenage years dodging his way through battlefields he had been forced onto. These creatures weren't as fast as a rifle, weaving between their odd limbs and slow gait was easy enough, and with their attention drawn towards the three servants butchering a path through them, he was low on the threat scale, and thus ignored.


Almost a minute since he had started to pas through the enemy line, he came out the other side, just a few feet from Lucas and Berserker. Barr gave his fellow master a once over, checking him for injury, before giving them both a polite, if not awkward, wave. A second or two more, Lancer burst out of the enemy formation as well, her cowboy hat missing, but otherwise, no worse for wear.

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[AJustKnight]

Ana's response was surprising, forming an ice shield and using it to parry her. For a second Shielders arm went wide, recoiling from the sudden impact. She recovered quickly, her master forming an ice spear forming in her hand. She quick stepped out of the thrust, her masters ice spear missing by only a scant couple inches. Had she been a human or just a slower servant, her thigh would be pierced. It was good instinct on her masters part, aiming for an artery, as easy way to kill an opponent.

Shielder was curious how well that spear would do against her armor, being made of ice it wouldn't be sturdy enough to penetrate without breaking, but enhanced with magic, it might be able to. Her thought were interrupted by her masters sudden quip about her speed.

“I don't want to overdue to it, Ana. If I had been, where you were standing would have just been a fine red mist.” It wasn't meant to be a threat, and it wasn't delivered as one, with Shielder smiling brightly, more of a recognition of the difference between them. Shielder stepped back into her atack, her shield blocking her body, closing the gap. She dropped the shield at the last second, a fist shooting out towards her masters abdomen. Hit or miss, she readied to use her shield as a ram if her master feinted to her left again.

LoneSniper87

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana grinned, twirling the spear with her good hand, and watched her rush again. She ducked under her Servant's fist and to the left. She was quickly met with a shield, and with no time to react, a dull thump filled the air as the shield hit her, sending her rolling back. She recovered, heading back into a fighting stance, the shield now fully formed, and, while smaller than Mordred's was similar in shape. "Hmm..." She said, eyes glancing over her Servant carefully, looking for the weakness in her stance to give her an advantage. She knew striking in unexpected places usually worked with any shield, but that can be compensated for, given time.

 

[Syvvaris]

Skorl's epiphany had not been the exact realization John wanted Skorl to have, but it was a start. "I would suggest you see a therapist when we get back. John ended their conversation from there and turned to face the monitor and sit down in the pilots chair. With his eyes locked on the screen, he saw the horrid pulsing anomaly shift its tendrils around the tower itself.

The mass writhed like an algamation of maggots before it uprooted itself from the tower and climbed down towards Saber, Berserker, Lancer and Avanger. Within its former perch, the facade it had produced turned gray and decayed before his eyes. "Assassin, the anomaly has left its nest and is heading towards the main attack force." John conveyed what he had saw to his adorable servant. "And with that I think right now is the best time to use this super awesome ship of yours on it."

Fervently, John looked around the pilot's seat for the weapon's system and found it after a few seconds. Once he pressed the big red button a targeting device popped out in front of him with his intended target already locked on. "Skorl, warn your servant about the incoming fire power that the Dun Stallion X is going to rain upon the creature." He said and then giving the same warning to his servant through their shared mental link. John then eagerly pressed the fire button on the device and felt the shock from the weapon's firing down onto the anomaly.

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[Dragonruby]

Keeping in frequent contact with Archer meant that Lucas was assured of her health and situation, but to hear from herself personally that she was hale and uninjured lifted a weight off of him that he hadn't been aware he was even carrying. Already he missed her comforting presence, compared to in Chaldea where he'd occasionally try to hide himself from what felt almost like a suffocating coddling on occasion, and for a moment he's struck by how funny it was the difference was between there and here. It was likely that things would return to the way they had been once they returned home as well.

Lucas wasn't able to answer Archer's question, as he saw the monstrosity before Archer ever reported it to him, and he was struck in awe at its sheer size and presence. How was he supposed to fight something like that? What more could Lucas be but an insect to something of its power, seeming like an almost literal beating heart of evil. His jaw was left agape, and eyes wide, only being brought back into the present by the actions of those with more composure than he had. The man quickly forced himself to recover. Archer was requesting orders... She was the closest one to their new opponent at the moment, and he knew she was a capable fighter. This sort of thing could even perhaps be called her favored sort of foe if what he understood of her past was accurate, and yet... His heart felt heavy at the thought of having her engage this monster alone and without support, even for only as long as it took for them to support her. Even simply having her skirmish and harass it left a bad taste in his mouth, though such a tactic would likely be in Archer's favor.

"Return to us..." Lucas orders after a moment's hesitation. "We're massing our strength before we attack it. Don't let yourself get caught by it, understand?"

With that done, he gave a look towards Raikou, nodding at her once before moving to reach Lancer and Barr. Once together, they'd hopefully have the strength to defeat it decisively.

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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“What?” Archer thought sadly, nearly over the shared mental link she shared with Lucas. Luckily the confused thought caused by her Master's discouraging orders stayed within the privacy of her own mind. Lucas had ordered her to return; without even attempting to cleanse or slow down the monstrosity. He had even said to make sure not to “get caught” by the lumbering mass of evil... so much for the “faith” he had in her. Clearly he believed she was incapable of being of any use against the horror. Lucas hadn't even acknowledge her accomplishment against the Mage monstrosity, and he had sounded... disappointed.

Perhaps he was dissatisfied with the number of her hunted foes... she only had two to her name and one had been with the help of Avenger. Now that she thought about it; Lucas hadn't even witnessed any of her few deeds in this hunt. He had stayed back with the main group and witnessed the other Servants heroically fighting off what must had been a veritably army of evil... while she fought against a single foe, unwitnessed. No wonder he was disappointed in her... no wonder his faith in her was sinking faster than a worthless stone thrown into the water of the Thames.

“Animikii!” Archer shouted with a fierce war-cry before charging the (comparatively) slow moving evil; trails of sparking lightning following in her wake. Summoning a feather made of crackling blue light, Archer strung the magical feather to her bow and forced it to reshape itself into a proper arrow head and shaft. Her intense emotions made it harder to control, and stray bolts of lightening struck anything near her as she raced by in a blur. However; the desire to destroy the evil blight and need to prove she wasn't useless to Lucas activated her Hunter of Okeus's Children skill, increasing the strength of the Thunder Bird's gifted lightening greatly. Jumping several dozen meters into the air she aimed to land near her Master after she released the mighty attack. Twisting her body in mid air so that she was upside down and facing the evil; she feared it would be able to strike her before releasing the feather. Thankfully the spirits and Assassin's flying warship were on her side; releasing a dazzling barrage of advanced fire power suppressing the mass of evil.

Archer gasped in pain as one of the heated beams of light intended for the creature below the agile Servant strayed from it's course and grazed her right ankle at the height of her jump. Used to pain from her living life, she blocked it out as the arrow of blue lightning, barely contained in the drawn bow, shifted into ethereal shades of shifting blues, greens, and purples. “Master cover your ears!” She released the bolt of magical lightning, now matching in power to some of the greater magics of old; powered up by her Hunter's Skill into a worthy B+ Noble Phantasm attack. The “arrow” appeared and struck like lightening that most in the modern era would imagine only coming from the Hammer of Thor himself. The thunderous boom was akin to dozens of bolts of lightening striking the ground at the same time and would likely be heard loudly throughout most if not the entirety of London and it's country side.

The blinding flash of lights and explosions from both her own and the flying war-ship's attacks blinded the Native girl to the possible damage done to the horror as she fell through the air. Her original aim of landing near her Master was turned into a painful crash landing on the unforgiving ground; her injured ankle unable to support the rough landing. Archer rolled, head over heels, and then crumbled into a messy heap before Lucas, Berserker, and the Lancer team; Toko and Saber a little ways off from the gathering group. Moaning from her injury, hard tumble, and the lingering sparks of lightening dancing across her (still dust and soot covered) skin, Archer struggle to pick herself back up.

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[BlightGiver]

Coinciding with John's suggestion, Skorl informed Raikou to move further back from the mobile anomaly. The Dun Stallion was launching an intense counter offensive that neither Master nor Servant would want to get caught up in. Raikou nodded and retreated away; the anomaly was still a distance from the bridge, so having everyone get back further would provide both cover and precious time. The continuous volley of strike from the Stallion's weapon system were carefully targeted for maximum damage, and Skorl hoped that it would serve as either a means of complete destruction, or at the very least, immobilization of what was effectively a walking fortress. "Things might get a little hairy here," He told his servant. "Whatever you do, do not go for any open attacks on this thing. not until we can do some damage, or something." "I understand, master." Raikou cheerily replied, counter to the rather dire situation that had escalated. She was pleasantly surprised to find that Barr and Lancer had rejoined their group as well. "Good to see you unharmed, sweetie." She happily greeted the small servant. "You did a good job there; unfortunately, it seems our plan may have only exacerbated the situation."

The walking anomaly was rather slow and would never be able to outrun the volley from Archer and the Dun Stallion; but that was of no concern to the intelligence driving it. Each barrage either struck close to it, or directly on the fleshlike protrusions of the anomaly. Those of the latter would in fact cause holes to appear, some deep enough to intrude all the way to the inner chamber of the organic structure. Flashes of a dim light could be seen through these openings; yet, were gone in a matter of seconds. Tendrils within surged outward from the many areas of damage; they served as makeshift patchwork and additional support. "Damn it all, and still, gross." Skorl commented from his safe space.

Meanwhile, Raikou was surprised when Archer landed rather ungracefully right in front of her and Lucas. "Oh dear, are you all right, sweetie?" The Berserker asked, kneeling down to help the Servant stand properly. "How hurt are you?" Raikou continued asking Archer questions about her health, while the anomaly continued its trek towards the groups. Yet, it changed it's actions ever so slightly; a few tendrils coming out of closely made holes from the Stallion's attack, extended out much farther than the length of the beast. Twisting and convulsing, the tendrils wrapped around each other, increasing their thickness and strength. Forming a crude fleshy hand with three fingers, the new limb slammed right down; grabbing onto Assassin's ship very tightly. "It would seem that thing didn't like our attack." Skorl murmured, feeling the whole vehicle shake. "A little help here, Raikou!" He called out mentally, making the Berserker feel fear when she lifted her head. "Master!" She cried out, immediately forgoing Archer's pain and focusing on the ship.

The hand's grasp was growing increasingly stronger, causing the ships walls to start bending slightly; Skorl heard the creaks of the ship, and shivered at the thought of being crushed to death. "Should we try leaving? We might be able to fool that thing into thinking it was only the ship responsible for hurting it." He asked John, further away. Raikou knew that any amount of people attempting a charge at the limb would be a bad ploy, since the anomaly was still very much facing them; watching what they were doing. As much as it would pain the Berserker to not help her master right away, she recognized that Assassin's ship was strong enough to buy them some time before complete collapse. "Tokugawa and Saber are almost here, everyone!" She informed the rest of the group, taking initiative for just this split second. The two Servants were nearly completely finished with the bone creatures; the last ones finally falling to their attacks and reaching the main group.

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[CatJones]

Sabers blade was once again hilt deep into the side of an enemy bone monster, as Avenger struck it down from the other side. The creature sunk to the ground, reverting to it's goopy red liquid. Both ancient warriors were panting, covered in sweat. The last couple minutes of battle had been a contest between the two, both striving to prove their skills to the other. Both had used the arriving monster as something of a stopwatch, the closer it had gotten, the quicker they fought. Not that it would make much difference to the outcome. Avenger was weaker then Saber, ending the contest with only nine kills to her name. Saber had done the heavy lifting, Avenger meekly noted that she should hold a toast for Saber when she got a chance. She might have lost the little contest, but that would be a bad reason to act sour. After all, their enemies were defeated.

Even the light of the Dun Stallion's cannon's barely pulled them from the retrieve of war. As the last foe fell, Avenger flicked any residue from her blade, before sliding it back into its' sheath, and giving Saber a proud thumb's up. Saber kept her blade in hand, her head coked at an angle towards the encroaching enemy. “Weren't we supposed to just break through?”

“Once you begin a task, put your whole mind into it, lest you find a thousand tasks awaiting you.” Tokugawa replied simply, smiling as Saber pushed past her towards the others. Avenger turned, took a single step and hesitated. The argument the whole team had had earlier buzzed into her mind. She had cast off the soul of Sabers master rather quickly, no prayers or kindness given, the obvious displeasure from a few of the others, especially Archer, gnawed at her, like her stomach was being twisted into knots. She hated the feeling of regret with a passion, and she was regretting putting her potion as a Servant above her humanity. As Saber continued to get closer to the others, Avenger wheeled around, and clapped her hands together in front of her chest.

“Noble Enemy,
I mourn your loss as I mourn
For my first-born son.”

Her short prayer done, she nearly sprinted to catch up to Saber and the others, arriving at nearly the same time the black clad knight did.

“It would appear that wasn't enough to kill it.” Saber stated, approaching the others, giving Archer a curious glance. That blinding flash must have been one of her stronger Noble Phantasms. Yet the creature didn't seem to worse for wear. Her gaze quickly focused on the enemy tendril beast. Avenger was a little more focused on her friend once she arrived.

“Poca, a fantastic strike! Against any other foe, it would have been an outright kill!” She beamed, once more giving a thumbs up to her fellow servant. She hadn't had a lot of time to really focus on Archer's Noble Phantasm, but what had seen had been awesome. Lightning coming down from the sky, like the wrath of the Ancient Gods called forth, Avenger regretted begin summoned as her Daimyo self. Had she been summoned as Ruler, her true Shogun self, she could show off her own stronger Noble Phantasm.

“We'll have some great tales to tell over tea now.” She wanted to offer to help with her friends wounds, but her own mana reserve hadn't returned yet, the Grail being rather stingy. She put it out of mind, however, figuring she should giver her friends Master a chance to focus on his servant's wounds and well being.

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[AJustKnight]

Shielder left her stance iron-clad, shield in front of her, tilted a little away from her. She moved slowly this time, approaching as a bulwark to giver her master a little more of a fighting chance. Even at her weakest, she was still a powerhouse compared to a person. It filled her with a sense of pride, knowing that she had become so strong, maybe even stronger then her father.

Shielder continued her approach, keeping her guard up, but this time going on the defensive, wanting to see what her Master could come up with on the attack, rather then the defensive. Her Master had done everything right, but against an opponent with hundreds of battles under her belt, she was out matched. A tinge of shame filled the knight, she was fighting someone who had only recently recovered from a serious injury. She wasn't acting very knightly.

She wasn't going to just throw her Master a win either, she would work for it.

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[LoneSniper87]

That's it. She thought as she watch how she moved. She took the spear and stabbed it into the shield, full force. The head of the spear shattered, and she draw away, watching and concentrating on her weapon, the once spear now forming a scimitar like curve to where the spearhead once was. She lunged to the side, hooking the blade low at her knee and pulling back, trying to get her opponent to fall.
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[Angel Sapphire]

Assassin felt the toll of Dun Stallion unleashing hell outside. It was minimal, however, as her Master took a hefty load himself. She had to focus on her mission, but as she advanced further, higher into the magical tower, the gravity increased exponentially. One thing was certain: She was about to be greeted by an unwelcome face.

Higher, higher, the stairs seemed to become steeper, and the air visibly shook with the massive amount of malice both inside and outside the tower, creating a wall of unbelievable magical pressure within the building.

"The clock face! I'm nearly there."

She quickened her pace, and finally reached the clockwork mechanism. Massive gears turned other massive gears, keeping temporal balance to this anomaly. This is the prime location to connect two spaces in temporal discord. However, the space was heavily distorted.

Master, she telepathically communicated through the Dun Stallion to all who would listen, and everyone, I have reached the top, and the distortion is strongest here. Can someone check the underground archives? The summoning circle cannot be placed here.

She stopped there. She was wary of the danger. A dark Servant must be causing this, and it must be powerful in this space.

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas felt the drain of Rebecca's Noble Phantasm before she began her attack, stumbling slightly from the feeling of his mana being drained so suddenly. He skids to a stop, eyes immediately darting upwards towards the source of the singularity and also his Servant's position. "What...?" He voices aloud, unsure of Archer's plan until he sees her leap into the air, the minuscule outline of a person almost impossible to discern, but who else could it have been? "The hell!? What are you doing!?" Lucas cries out now, broadcasting his words through his mental link with Archer as well.

There was little his words could do now, however, and his hands tightened into fists as he briefly considered the use of a command seal, though indecision paralyzed him long enough that the moment passed too quickly for him to do so. Her attack coincided with that of Assassin's space ship, as silly as that sounded to say, the vessel seeming to rain down fire all around Archer before she lets loose her own Noble Phantasm with an immense crack of thunder and a flash of light, Lucas instinctively ducking and slamming his hands over his ears.

Lucas' attention is turned back towards his Servant the moment his senses clear enough to do so, and he's startled to see Archer tumbling through the air and seemingly out of control. Lucas' arms go out for a moment, as if to catch her, before he realizes that he couldn't possibly do something like that for someone falling from so far up, not without being superhuman himself, and so instead his limbs simply flailed, filled with the urge to do something, anything, as Lucas seemed utterly lost for that split second before Archer finally impacted the ground.

He was upon her the moment she can to a stop, kneeling on the ground and cradling her in his arms. "Why the hell did you do something like that!? You disobeyed me! Why!?" The man spills out, voice filled with panic. She seemed absolutely filthy, covered in gray ash and dirt. His hands went to cover the wound at her ankle, and he closed his eyes in order to focus on healing the injury before he goes back to searching her for more. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Should I get you out of here?" He was most certainly overly worried about Archer, but it was easy to forget that Rebecca was a Servant rather than just a spoiled girl with how she acted quite frequently, and he was already worried after having split with her for their respective tasks.

 

[BearBearBear]

Alexandria rolled her eyes as she grabbed the doctor by the chin and firmly pulled him up from his low bow. Bright green met piercing crimson, disapproving crimson, and if any of the guard's reaction affected her, she didn't show it. There was a strange tension in the air as her magic power saturated the space her Bounded Field covered, but all that melted away as she released his chin and gave the doctor a quick pat on the head. "We can save the formalities for later, doctor. Combat is calling, and it's been quite a while since I've stretched my legs."

As for the Scorpion...

"Με το δικαίωμα του κατακτητή, ισχυρίζομαι τη δύναμή σας, την ψυχή σας και την ύπαρξή σας. "

Alexandria didn't want to worry about the scorpion later on and it seemed like Runes were more than enough to challenge these creatures, so it stood to reason that Words would force them to submit. She had studied and mastered the ability to Plunder when she realized that her own reserves were inadequate when observing the more esoteric spells, especially when some of the forgotten ones needed Wishcraft to initialize. It didn't look much, it didn't feel like much, but as a fragment of what could be either a phantasmal beast or a noble phantasm, it wouldn't really hurt to try.

"Η δύναμή σας μου δίνεται επειδή είμαι ο κυρίαρχος νικητής"

The form of the insect faded, and just like that the energy was funneled back into the auxiliary system that was Anubis. With that problem out of the way, she took a moment to breathe, feeling her domain for those within it and retaking the energy that lingered in the air. Alexandria knew what it was like to face beings beyond the common Era, it wasn't new but that wasn't to say that it wasn't difficult. She wasn't surprised to find that the forces of a Servant seemed to have infiltraded the area, but she would be damned if it struck them down before she got what she wanted.

"We're moving Doctor." Her voice was firm, a declaration of intent rather than a demand, even as she gently stroked what was once the Beast of Calamity. "An Undead Army won't just kill itself."

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[AJustKnight]

Shielder was used to conventional warfare, having spent the majority of her life fighting other knights and upstart rabble. Her Masters spear smashed, quite literally, into her shield, and having expected it, she thrust the shield out again, this time to the side, having expected a lunge. She hadn't expected her master to sweep low, the curved bottom of her shield passing over her masters legs, missing by a scant few inches.

Her Master had turned her spear into a curved blade, and went for her knee. The blow landed, a decent chunk of the ice sword breaking off as it collided with her. The blow would have been enough to upturn most foes, but Shielder was a little more stern then most. Her knee made the mat crinkle loudly as she fell on it. She quickly tried to reposition her shield, but being so low to the ground made it awkward to use. She fell to the side, tumbling over and rolling a short distance away.

She redirected herself mid-roll, facing her opponent dead on. She would need to dodge again, figuring her opponent would strike again before she could stand up

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[LoneSniper87]

Ana grinned, watching her fall to her knee, she twirled the weapon as she rolled, now holding the haft out as she lunged forward, aiming for her neck. She stopped short, letting her roll complete and chip the haft as well as deflect off the shield. She stepped back, now blade first again, heaving breaths. Hair had been in her face, hiding her eyes from view. Whipping her hair back, she twirled around, now going high, hooking the blade to her neck. "I forgot how much fun this was!" She said with a light smirk, the spear haft grinding against Mordred's shield trying to get to her neck.
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