[h1][center]Scandinavia[/center][/h1]

The wolf fighting Nevsky and his mount was caught completely off guard by Walgrave's attack, and though the flames seemed to slide harmlessly off of its pent, the metal was nowhere near as useless. Howling in pain, the beast's attention was dragged away from fighting the Rider in front of itself and instead onto trying to back away...

Which may have worked out better if Siegfried hadn't taken the opportunity to cut down the beast whiles its guard was down. The other wolf facing off against him had already been cut down, it seemed, and with all the enemies in front of him now handled, the warrior turned to the apparent leader of the pack, his blade gripped firmly in both hands. The beast facing Sinfjotli found itself facing a similar fate, and its stamina could match the Berserker's no longer as the Servant's spear eventually met its mark straight through the wolf's stomach.

The three wolves left in the fray snarled as they bounded forward, eyes gleaming with a primal rage as their V-formation broke form. Of course, this could only work so well, as the two wolves that met the Servants to the side were cut down not long after, and the wolf that continued pushing forward only found itself bouncing harmlessly off of Tamamo's mirror.

Almost as if accepting a bitter loss, the wolves' leader cut off its howling and began to retreat with the rest of its pack—or, well, what remained of it, at least. The only ones left were the one bound and the one whose head was still skewered to the ground; all the rest were left as corpses, and no more.

With a clap of his hands, Shakespeare walked up towards the group and smiled.

"Wonderful, wonderful! You routed those creatures with nary a scratch!" he proclaimed, a freshly-written manuscript in hand as he extended his arms to the side. "And with perfect timing, no less! That was just enough time for this chapter to be completed!"

The soldiers, however, were not in such great condition. Their ears still seemed to be bleeding as backlash from the howling earlier, but they at least seemed to be able to speak.

"...You did it. I'm amazed..." one muttered to himself, though he could not hear himself (or his companion) in the least at the moment. "Well, we shall keep our side of the bargain, then."

With that, the tolling of the bells seemed to stop, and right on time, too; the rest of the militia that had gathered at the town's gates were met with the sight of over a dozen wolf corpses lying around. The soldiers who witnessed the entire thing couldn't say much, though, considering the fact that their eardrums were blown out and were thus unable to hear... Much of anything.

"...Well? Someone mind explaining what happened here?" one of the men asked, stepping forward to the front of the group. "This seems like a complete massacre..."

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[center][h1]Babylonia[/h1]
[h2]Sakata Kintoki[/h2][/center]
The GOLDEN Berserker didn't seem to mind the archer sniping away at any enemies that drew too close to him as he charged after Enkidu, only pausing when he heard that the two needed to keep the golem busy.

The [i]golem. Busy.[/i]

Even he knew that wasn't exactly going to be the easiest of tasks, but at this point there was no reason not to try. With a confident nod of his head, Kintoki charged forward once more, loading his axe up with electricity as he did so. A wide smile crossed the Servant's face as he moved ever closer, only to realize that the golem's head seemed to be turned towards him now.

And that the arm of said golem was now slowly descending towards his location.

Well, dang.

"Yo, cat lady! Get ready to see me blow that thing to smithereens! Or, well, probably!" he cried out, adopting a battle stance as he stared up at the descending pillar of stone and clay.

At least he got the "distraction" part down, right?

"Aight, let's go! The Kintoki special! GOOOOOLDEN! 
[h3]SPAAAAARK!"[/h3]

With a cry, the Berserker swung his axe upwards, unleashing a giant wave of electricity that crashed straight into the incoming limb. The two met for a moment in a brief clash before Kintoki's blast broke through, severing the arm and causing it to stop resisting the force of gravity.

Which, of course, meant it was falling faster. Luckily, it only seemed to fall near the wayside and away from the walls themselves, but...

"Woo! See that?" he asked in a manner not similar to a child seeking approval from his peers. It was at this moment, though, that a large white circle appeared underneath the golem before the ground beneath it turned unstable. With the possibility of remaining upright becoming next to nothing now, the construct slipped and fell backwards, but not before a large array of chains appeared from behind it and flew over its body, thus chaining it to the ground when it landed.

"...Whoa. Hey, I think our green-haired buddy is done. You... Think we should check the thing out, though?"

[h2]The Northern Wall[/h2]
The Berserker facing off against Lancelot showed no hesitation at he swung once more at the knight, only to find that the axe in his left hand was now in the grasp of his opponent, and that there was absolutely no time to even attempt a parry or a block. Lancelot's borrowed weapon met its mark, and as predicted, the Servant's arm, though not severed, was now essentially unusable. The axes he was once wielding dissipated into thin air (the one in Lancelot's hands included) and the Berserker roared as he grabbed the sword that was still stuck in his stomach with his working arm and pulled it out before throwing it off to the side. With a short moment to crouch down, the 3-meter tall Servant leaped backwards right after, only to mount the skeletal elephant he had been riding before the fight hand began and declared a retreat.

Or, at least, that was how it seemed; given how everything coming out of his mouth still seemed to be guttural roars and screams. The skeletons that had once been surrounding the two were now converging on Lancelot once more, as if to cover for their commander's retreat.

The target of Arturia's own charge was not so lucky, though; with the skeletons being felled faster than they could be replaced in line, it only took mere moments before the Saber cut her way through the crowd and met with the so-called 'commander'. This time, there was no time to recover a replacement weapon once its own was broken, and just like all the others around it, the blade of the Saber in front of him only needed a single swing before it was bisected. While the remaining skeletons didn't collapse upon their leader's death, they were left disoriented for a few moments before beginning to follow the Berserker as he began to retreat.

With the bet finally settled, Gilgamesh turned back to face the two Masters to his side as cheers began to erupt from the soldiers below.

[color=yellow]"That seems to be the end of it all, does it not? The winner, it seems is the little King of Knights over there... Seeing as how those mongrels failed to even do their job properly,"[/color] the king scoffed as the golden portals behind him faded away. [color=yellow]"...Or do you wish to chase after that fleeing dog?"[/color]

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