[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag - Babylonia[/h2][/color]

It should have been expected that Servants would have egos befitting legendary figures, and Richard had just prodded one when he realized that the feline Archer was now standing beside him atop the battlements. He figured after her previous outburst with the former Princess of Colchis that there was lingering animosity towards the Caster class, or maybe he just offended her professional sensibility. 

[color=olive][i]I'd best walk on egg shells then.[/i][/color] He thought even as his eyes turned to briefly admire the virgin huntress' form. Richard hadn't the foggiest clue about archery beyond hazy childhood dalliances that rarely found their target, though seeing Atalanta release her noble phantasm was a sight soon to be burned into his memory. His gaze was one of appreciation for the hard fought physical prowess she possessed, and understanding that an Archer was the very ideal of perceptive, he hoped she didn't take it for something more lecherous in intent.

[color=olive]"Excuse me for being discourteous, Archer."[/color] Richard offered in pre-emptive apology, only to quirk his head to the side as he heard the voice of Assassin relaying opportune information about an enemy of some importance.  [color=olive]"Allow me to make it up to you with a target worthy of your enmity. Assassin has located someone who bears all the hall marks of a commander who is fabricating these golems and would be appreciative if you could remove him."[/color]

Richard relayed the coordinates as Jekyll had told him and waited to see if she could spare an arrow away from the mob of monsters.

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[color=C71585][h2]Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia[/h2][/color]
 
 [color=C71585]"W-W-Wedding gown?! No, no, no, no, Master! You are supposed to be the husband here...though you would look-"[/color] The fox eared witch promptly shut her mouth when she felt her cheeks burn a bright red and knew her lips would have spoken horribly embarrassing things not meant for public consumption. She set her master down and turned away to face the pack of beasts now emerging from the fog to hunt. This afforded Seyrun and the guard's a prime view of the fox's furiously wagging tail, which Tamamo could only hope would be ignored in the face of imminent danger just as she was hoping to distract herself in kind. 

[color=C71585]"Come on you mange ridden beasts. This fox will not be the prey of such lowly hounds!"[/color] Everyone was launching there attacks into the infernal beasts, and Tamamo was not to be left behind. A single spell tag formed in her hand and was thrown towards the pack, yet rather then those that came before, this lacked the tell tale signs of explosive fire. Having already seen that those around her commanded ample flame to burn a small nation, the Caster opted to add fuel upon their impending conflagration with a tag aimed for the rear of the group. It whistled past Nevsky's mounted charge and Walgrave's focused Magecraft to detonate upon the last wolves of the pack.

And where once there was a slip of paper now bellowed forth a whirling column of wind, cutting off an easy avenue of retreat for the hit-and-run attackers as it sucked in those near and drew them skywards.

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[color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia[/h2][/color]

[color=gold]"Did Primate Murder have puppies?!"[/color] The aged enforcer exclaimed upon seeing the sheer size of the beasts barreling towards them. Certainly more of an issue to deal with then the dead, that was a certainty she rued. To the Servants it may have been a worthy challenge for them to sink their teeth into, but Magi were poorly equipped for beasts of that magnitude and number. 

Her concern was amplified when Edeltaud thought to open the engagement by attempting to split the wolves down the middle. By their very nature wolves had a tendency to surround their prey, so forcing them to separate was only going to facilitate that behavior and make it difficult to bombard them en-masse.

[color=gold][i]Hmm, I can't really chastise Caster for not instilling a sense of tactics into her creation. Edel may as well be a Berserker class.[/i][/color] Margarita's features hardened into a deep scowl, contemplating the well worn lines of her face as though this were her natural countenance. What she lacked in flame or sword she could compensate for in ranged support, and at the moment that was the only role fitting for a Master. Raising Fox & Hound towards the oncoming force, she shifted herself to the left of the group and fired a startlingly fast barrage of condensed ether upon the same flank of the advancing wolves. Given everyone was charging forward or staring back on level ground, it would be rather difficult to fire head on without shooting an ally in the back. 

[color=gold]"Caster, get your butler to attack the other side and leave the middle for Rider."[/color]

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