[color=ed1c24][b]Victoria & Scathach[/b][/color]

The others was... well, simply put, they had magecraft far beyond her mastery. The dead proved to be nothing more than just a nuisance for most of them, especially with their Servants around. Victoria's reinforced eyes picked up the Caster as he moved into range, spewing lines she could barely understand. He looked rather perplexed as the dead closed around him.

"Oh, this won't do at all--I wish to be a spectator, not a participant! Mayhaps you could help deal with this issue, for your sake as well as mine?"

[color=662d91]"Master, I su-"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Alright! Dead zombies coming right up!"[/color] Victoria wasted no time in flying to the newcomer's aid, kicking a zombie straight into a crowd of its kin. There wasn't much to say after all. For her, if someone needs to be saved, then she would save them gladly. If it wasn't impossible for her to do of course.

Her moves, her strength, her every strike, with her body reinforced, was beyond human. The impact of each blow upon the dead tore them apart. However, Victoria had barely any combat experience, nor proper hand to hand training thus a fatal mistake was never too far away. Striking only a glancing blow, instead of a solid strike on a zombie, it reared its ugly head back and would have torn her neck, if not for that blood red spear flashing out, and taking its head. Scathach moved with precision and power, her experience with the dead showing as she tore through most of them around  William Shakespeare without missing a beat.

[color=ed1c24]"W-whoah,"[/color] was all she could utter at the sight of her own Servant's performance. Regaining her confidence, she strode back into the thick of it with her Servant, trying to mimic her footwork. [color=ed1c24]"Just wait there, Mr. Shakespeare. We'll clear this out in no time."[/color]