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

[color=olive]”I have good news and bad news. Unsurprisingly your aim is indeed worthy of your title as Archer, however your target appears to have been little more than a decoy.”[/color] Richard said with no small measure of chagrin to Atalanta, and it would not be long before his eyes could confirm to him what Jekyll had already relayed. A golem far more imposing then the rabble that had assailed them this far was approaching, and its presence seemed to be a gross cause for concern if it had Enkidu up in arms about it. [color=olive]”However it seems to me that a new straw man has been lined up.”[/color]

[color=olive][i]”Yes, retreat for now, Assassin. The enemy’s words are cause for concern but it’s nothing to act upon just yet. We’ve seen well enough that Heroic Spirits can be an eccentric sort, though perhaps… I’ll leave any further action to your discretion.”[/i][/color]

He was lacking in the tactical experience to see a use for an Assassin in this situation, and he wasn’t going to risk sending him off after the retreating beasts who could have travelled many miles from their lair. Eventually there came to be no more beasts for his cloud of malicious smoke to suffocate and he allowed the prana controlling it to disperse, as he very much doubted it would serve well against a being of animate stone. What he required was something less subversive and more direct, but caught on a battlefield in an age before cylinders of compressed gas were a common thing wherever grills could be found, that was going to be difficult.

[color=olive]”Pardon me, Archer. I need to go see about finding any underground gas pocket.”[/color] Richard followed in the steps of Keisuke and departed the battlements for the ground below, sticking to the rear lines and planting a hand to the sun baked earth. His circuits sparked to life with the familiar burn of Structural Analysis, the dandy magus searching less for detail and more for an absence of solid mass beneath their feet. If he were lucky enough to succeed, then perhaps he’d have something to unbalance that golem….or he’d discover oil in the Middle East, but he rather lacked the means of using that for anything, so he was hoping for the former.


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[color=C71585][h2]Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia[/h2][/color]
 
[color=C71585]“Take that you mange ridden beasts!”[/color] Caster was downright maniacal as she laughed at the lupine creatures now helpless within her whirlwind and largely ignorant of the one that slipped free. Her hands were quick to form a second wind-aligned tag and clutched tightly within her hand, pouring her prana into till the paper cracked from the excess prana in a manner reminiscent of a Broken Phantasm. 

The first whirlwind was a short lived affair and would lose its speed quickly, eventually flinging the wolves back to the earth, yet Tamamo was not inclined to let them escape judgement so easily. She threw the second tag in where the first had landed and watched it have a similar, but [i]inverse[/i] effect. That is, the air pressure drove down towards the earth as though a tornado descending from on high and driving those airborne creatures into the ground with it. [color=C71585]”Bwahaha! How does it feel to be the hunted ones, my furry foes~?”[/color]


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

For all its threatening stature and the ease with which it killed the undead, Edeltaud certainly was no Servant and didn’t appear to have the situation very well in hand. Margarita caught her being used as a chew toy out of the corner of her eye and thought her to be a lost cause when her shots came to pin down the left flank of wolves, but the timely intervention of the Fox Witch relieved the pressure of the wolves’ assault enough that she could divide her attention. 

[color=gold]”Hold still or I’ll take your leg off!”[/color] The seasoned Enforcer snapped as she brought a musket to bear on the bloodied wolf and focused her gaze down the iron sights. Forcing her Od into the silver firearm, it produced a larger than normal shot of compressed Ether into the hind legs of the wolf, seeking to deprive it of its balance so the familiar could dislodge it herself.

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