[h1][color=powderblue][center]Marguerite Calder[/center][/color][/h1]

[center][h2]Shinto Streets[/h2][/center]

From the moment they had left the hotel, Marguerite had been tense, waiting for something to happen.  It was taking all of her self-control not to jump at every puff of breeze or every flicker out of the corner of her eye.  [color=powderblue][i]Keep calm, Marguerite,[/i][/color] she kept repeating to herself, [color=powderblue][i]It will do you no good to lose your cool now.  Not after you've come this far.  Not before anything's happened.[/i][/color]  She had no reason to worry as much as she was.  Yes, there were other Masters and Servants out there, but what were the odds that they would encounter any this night?  And even if they did, Saber would be able to hold his own, right?

Of course, she kept all these fears and anxieties in her head.  To an observer, she strode down the street with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.  At least until the buzzing started.

At first, she had thought it to be the wind again.  But then it grew louder, and was something coming towards them?  When Saber materialized, she knew that something was going down.  But she did not falter as he positioned himself defensively in front of her.  To Marguerite Calder, staying upright and maintaining the appearance of being in control was second nature, as reflexive as breathing.

[color=powderblue]"Right,"[/color] she said, [color=powderblue]"I'll act as support should you need it.  For now..."[/color]  The magus' voice trailed off as she took in the sight of the aggressor.

It didn't seem like a Servant.  It didn't seem like anything she'd ever heard of or read about.  It looked like a giant insect and everything about it [s]looked[/s] [s]sounded[/s] [i]felt[/i] wrong.  So wrong.

[color=powderblue]"My god, what is that thing?"[/color]

[@Moonlit Sonata] [@Breo]