[center][h2][b][color=40e0d0]Seyrun Leviathan[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

[color=40e0d0]"As long as it's under my guard, I shall take care that it's not lost or damaged in any way."[/color] Syerun declared as she pocketed the device provided by Zeltrech. Before stepping through the portal, the young Scandinavian girl heard the remainder of the instructions, committing them to her memory. Kirei parting words caused Seyrun to shiver. There was something sinister with the priest, though she wasn't able, or actually wanted to discern it.

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/i6fLcHF.png[/img][/center]

Maybe it was the nature of her magecraft, maybe the fact that she was born and raised here on the frigid cradle of the Æsir, or maybe because she was snuggling against the exuberant coat of Tamamo's tail fur; nevertheless the fact still remained that Seyrun seemed to be quite comfortable even on the freezing gust the assailed the party as soon as they crossed the boundary of time and space.

[color=40e0d0]"Hearing tales of Kaleidoscope's might and seeing it first hand are two completely different experiences."[/color] Seyrun digressed idly as she wait for the others to assemble.

[color=40e0d0]"Now then, Tama, everyone else, our first course of action should be- Huh, what's that?"[/color] Before Seyrun could even elaborate her opinion of what they should do, the sound of the nearby conflict and the spectral blue lights dancing around the dead made the young magus come to a halt.

The sudden change of atmosphere felt like hitting an iron wall. The pressure coming from the Heroic Spirits was like a whirlwind of gusting prana, the snow spilling around everytime spear clashed against sword. The might howl of the beastlike Berserker that followed their group -- Sinfjotli of the Volsungs -- broke the silence one moment before sword-wielding the Heroic Spirit yelled, alerting them of the imminent peril.

The dead rose and as if in a mockery of Ragnarok, bore their arms once more to fight and die one last time before the world tumbled down. Only one being could be the cause of this, the spear-wielder -- Lancer -- there could be only one class of beings that matched such a description in all legends of the Vikings. Shield Maiden, Valkyrie. The perception of such a reality rattled Seyrun to the bones, stopping all of her thought process for a moment. That is, until yowl of the deathless snapped her back to the world before them, something even the mind of a magus would have a hard time calling 'reality'.

[color=40e0d0]"Tama, go assist the swordsman! Do what you must to help him defeat or repel that woman. But take care, she can only be a Valkyrie, if my guess is right Heroic Spirits of any class should be at a disadvantage when fighting Odin's Shield Maidens."[/color] Seyrun gave her order resolutely. If they didn't think fast and acted even faster this could get out of hand pretty quickly. [color=40e0d0]"Don't worry with me, a few undead won't be taking me down so easily. Also, until we are certain of her identity you are forbidden of unleashing your Noble Phantasm, we cannot risk a move that may backfire on us. The last thing  want to is see you die before we accomplish anything together."[/color]

After her final words for Tamamo, Seyrun turned her attention to the risen warriors. [color=40e0d0]"I'm sorry this has to be like this. Those who are already deceased deserve an appropriate passing rite. May you find your way back to Valhala in a proper funeral pyre."[/color] Seyrun's voice was apologetic as she opened her magic circuits, pumping mana into her Crest.

[center][color=40e0d0]"Ansuz!"[/color][/center]

With a gesture of Seyrun's fingers a [url=http://runesecrets.com/img/ansuz-100x100.gif]single rune[/url] was drawn in the air in front of her, spewing all consuming flames over three of the undead that were closely grouped (most likely because they were involved in the killing of one another). Ansuz, the rune evoking the name and power of Odin himself, it wouldn't take long before those caught by it burned down to naught but ashes.

[center][h2][b][color=00ff7f]Atalanta[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Atalanta remained quiet for most of the time as they waited to cross the portal, after they did it her countenance didn't change much. She waited until it was time to be called into action. The guards prompted her attention as they pointed their weapons at Keisuke and the other Masters. Atalanta didn't deemed them as dangerous yet her attention was drawn by the exchange.

That is, until a huge pillar of light sprouted nearby and an explosion rocked the foundations of the ziggurat before them.

[color=00ff7f]"I'll scout ahead, Keisuke. Call if you need me!"[/color] Atalanta manifested her physical form once again and dashed ahead in a burst of speed that would leave any other Servant behind, nothing less to be expected of the fastest of the Greek heroes from the Age of the Gods. With a couple leaps the Huntress arrived atop the ziggurat, taking care to stay away from the light while she tried to get a general overview of their position and situation.

[color=00ff7f][i]"I'm at the top of the temple, Keisuke. For the time being I see no suspect movements in the area around us. What are your orders as to possible enemies? Should I snipe them or wait for confirmation?"[/i][/color] Atalanta asked Keisuke through their shared telepathic bond while reading her bow and arrows. As long as she was at lookout, no one but the best of the Assassins would be able to approach the ziggurath without being noticed.
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