[h2] [center] [color=1E90FF] Cu Chulainn, Lancer [/color] [/center] [/h2] 

[center] Babylonia [/center] 

[color=1E90FF] “”Babylonian diplomacy”, you say?” [/color] Lancer smirked at the comment by his Master. From his appearance, despite being a rather “pretty boy” in regards to his physique compared to some other heroes of similar feats, Lancer was not the sort of person to “talk” things out. If anything, he felt it was more interesting to learn from fighting another rather than through banter. 

That isn’t to say that Lancer didn’t enjoy the casual conversation. In retrospect he was the sort to take up his arms against any and all enemies, but so long as he didn’t harbor some sort of grudge against his foes, he didn’t mind speaking to them casually. There are friends that are your enemies and allies that are your foes, after all. 

With a sigh, as if he was thinking how his Master didn’t understand the situation he was in. 

[color=1E90FF] “I ain’t the “diplomacy” sorta guy, Master. Like I told ya, we're Servants; only diplomacy I know is at the end of a spear, so I think it might be best for that little girl over there to be our ambassador. Not ‘cuz I think she’s the best for the job, but because she seems to have already given herself to the task.” [/color] 

However, if a single one of the soldiers was to attack his Master, there could be hell to pay. Lancer wasn’t the sort to deny others their rightful fights and he had sent many of these young “heroes’ to their graves from challenging him back in Ulster. The question was is if the soldiers of Babylon felt lucky. Cu had defeated an entire advancing army lead by a certain slutty queen through his own willpower and strength, defeating champion after champion that lined up. Each of them falling to his spear. 

And it wouldn’t be line these babylonian soldiers could be too much different than the heroes he had felled back in Ireland, no? Lancer was sure he could take on, defensively, an entire battalion of soldiers, though that might just be a bit of an overstatement to his abilities as a hero, he was definitely someone that should be feared on the battlefield. 

[color=1E90FF] “So what is it gonna be, Master. Do we pretend to make friends, or do you want me to run them through?” [/color] 

[color=SpringGreen] [center] [h2]  Ravel Livoria D’Arby [/h2] [/center] [/color] 

[center] Scandinavia [/center] 

Ravel had arrived in Scandinavia. Though she did not have any sort of true attachment to this place, she had heard that one of her ancestors had come from these lands. However, that was irrelevant as the Magus had no cultural ties to the location. 

But what was relevant to Ravel was the fact there were two unidentified Servants before her. 

[color=SpringGreen]  “C-Caster. I shall support you to the best of my abilities. Show me what you can do. Defeat these enemies for me.” [/color] 

Ravel drew upon her magics. It was rather instantaneous in terms of construction, but in application her magic needed a bit of a “time” to intact However, the combination of the years of her training, one could state that the application of “inserting” into what is otherwise “inanimate”. 

Perhaps that is why one could say that based solely on her disciple of magecraft, Ravel was a rather depressing individual. The curses and the living dead tended to be her specialty, though the creation of her version of the “Zombie” was completely different compared to the artificial “life” created by a certain dead apostle ancestor. Simply put, she was able to forcibly enact her will upon the “spirits” trapped outside of the reincarnation cycle and animate them within the confines of dead animals. A simple action. 

And instantaneously one had obtained a somewhat more powerful familiar. This magecraft would likely not be an impressive feat had it not been for her other branch of magecraft understanding. 

Curses. 

The anger of another. 

Wrath. 

Destruction itself. 

The all-encompassing curse must not be taken lightly. Though not nearly to the destructive level of a million curses placed inside of a cup, the festering and eating away of existences could not be taken lightly. 

If someone were to enter the radius of the animated dogs she had risen, they would be hit with a curse that was the encompassing knowledge of the D’Arby family. It may not be much to a Servant-level individual, but it was the best she could do to support her Servant in combat. Though considering her Servant was also a Magus, though more powerful than herself, she would likely also be taking a supportive role in the conflict. 

Unless she had a trick up her sleeves . . .