"It's been a while, hasn't it, Saber?" Archer replied, look of surprise barely more than a flicker. So she remembered the war, too? That was strange; her entire situation was unique, for want of a better word. Though with a situation as inexplicable as his appearance, perhaps it was only to be expected that she would remember, too.

The talking sword was giving opinions on strategy, and wanted... to put everyone whose abilities relied on having a clear view in the middle, where the mass of bodies would simply get in the way. Archer's estimation of the sword dropped somewhat, though as a talking sword it was still quite amazing. It wasn't a type of weapon he'd come across, before.

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Up above, Nanoha gave the pink-haired girl an odd look. Not for the colour of her hair--she knew Signum, whose hair was somehow even [i]more[/i] pink--or even for her size or the vast amount of hat she somehow wore. No, it was simply a look of total confusion. No-one was allowed to fly on her level? What was that even supposed to mean? Was flight height so important on the world she'd come from? Probably not a Mid-Childan mage, in that case; it didn't really fit the world's culture.

"Can you tell me where we are?"