[center][h3][b][u]Seyrun Leviathan[/u]
[sup]Scandinavia[/sup][/b][/h3][/center]
"Who knows, Tama, who knows?" Seyrun chuckled as Tamamo let her down in order to join the bigger conflict once again. It was an interesting sight, for as few of it that Seyrun could see from behind the bushy coat of the foxy Caster's voluminous tail. Seyrun didn't resist the urge to pluck a strand of it just to tease Caster, smirking playfully if Tamamo ever turned to look at the source of the sudden pluck.

The fight seemed to be relatively under control with so many combatants, Servant and Magi alike, joined against the monstrous wolves that looked like Fenrir's own progeny. However, there was a few issues that one could only appreciate from a a removed position, such as Seyrun was right now. [i]"These wolves must have been sent someone, or something. Unless we figure it out, driving them away will be pointless,"[/i] Seyrun thought as she she knelt down and drew a pair of runes on the ground:

[center][i]"Berkano, Kenaz!"[/i][/center]
Berkano and Kenaz, the runes of search and revelation, using the power of the ley lines underneath, they would likely be able to find the source of the wolves, revealing it with a trail ghostly light. A Caster Servant should be able to counter it with ease, but other than that, Seyrun was confident in her magic.

[center][h3][b][u]Atalanta, the Virgin Huntress[/u]
[sup]Babylonia[/sup][/b][/h3][/center]

The leonine huntress' lips curled into a knowing smirk when she caught Richard admiring her physique. Vanity was perhaps a fatal flaw that all Greeks from the Age of the Gods shared, she would be more offended if he hadn't spared the time to look.

Nevertheless, the call from Kousuke drew Atalanta's focus back to the task at hand. Phoebus Catastrophe had been successful in thinning the enemies army, but if they didn't cut its head, this fight would never end. "Understood, I'll focus my Noble Phantasm on the enemy army, while I try to help Assassin take their leader's head," As she said so, Atalanta narrowed her gaze. In a region of wide and plain terrain such as this one, nothing could escape her eyes. In fact, she could see as far as the rivers that limited the land of Mesopotamia and, sure as Hades, she could see the target that Assassin uncovered.

"Tell your Servant to not miss his chance, that is, if Caster is still standing after being shot by my Goddess arrow." Atalanta said, nocking an arrow to her bow and draw it until the string was on the verge of snapping. The resulting shot would be a pure A-Rank physical attack, stronger than even Heracles own blows, an attack that required Atalanta's utmost concentration, but if it hit, the kill was all but certain.
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