[b]Annaliisa and Assassin[/b]

Annaliisa plopped down on the stadium bleachers, watching the duel between Saber and Lancer from a good distance away. While their little spat was amazing in spectacle and made for a decent watch, she was still more interested in scoping out enemy Masters. 

“Hmm, you see either of the Masters yet, Nemo?” She asked the empty patch of air next to her as she took a sip of her drink. 

“Unfortunately, no,” The Servant’s voice replied from that empty patch of air, as he shook his invisible head, “I think we might just be dealing with a couple of hotheads. No Masters anywhere, just came out to beat each-other to a pulp.” 
There was a brief pause, before he continued.
“Though, I should probably note this if you haven’t already realized; one of the Servants down there- the Saber class, it seems- has a poor matchup against my skills and Noble Phantasm.”

Annaliisa paused, pursing her lips as she considered the offer. If Assassin believed that he could win, who was she to question an ancient hero of legend? 

“If you think you can take him, have fun.” She said, tossing her hair back. “This little trip might as well not be a waste for one of us. But Lancer will be a problem. Either offer her an alliance or wait for Saber to take her out. Your choice.” 

“It would probably be a good idea to wait until we know Saber’s Noble Phantasms, but I feel like I’d have a realistic chance of defeating him after we identify and assess them,” Nemo began, nonetheless nodding to Annaliisa, “And I can’t disagree on Lancer. We’ll have to keep an eye on that one at the very least.”

“Well then, have at it.” She gave a flippant wave of her hand. “I’ll be here, cheering you on, I suppose. While still looking for other Masters, of course.” 

“Thanks for the moral support.” Nemo snarked with a dry chuckle, before he rose from his crouch and began to think over what he’d seen so far in the battle.
Both the Saber and the Lancer had displayed what seemed to be their Noble Phantasms; Lancer with her bizarre sword of light, and Saber with some defensive Noble Phantasm that he could have sworn he heard Annaliisa call a ‘bloody A.T Field’. Even the Grail seemed stumped by that one, but nonetheless, it was an interesting Noble Phantasm. With the mechanics of his own Noble Phantasm, he could likely bypass it, but actually killing Saber could prove problematic unless he executed the technique perfectly. 

He’d have to wait until he could identify the Saber’s other Noble Phantasms- his two-handed sword was likely to be an offensive Noble Phantasm, at the very least- and it seemed he’d have to wait a while for that, as he was suddenly distracted from his thoughts by the sight of Lancer throwing up a cloud of debris and destruction around her. And, as it cleared, she was gone, leaving Saber behind. 

“Do we engage or do we retreat?” Nemo asked Annaliisa as he watched the Saber place his sword into the ground in disappointment, “We’ve learnt a reasonable amount about our opposition tonight, Master. I could attempt to kill Saber now that we’ve identified him as a poor match against my abilities, but do remember he could have a second Noble Phantasm that could prove problematic.”

“I’m aware,” Annaliisa began before her attention was turned back towards the stadium again as a third figure entered. A large Asian man clad in iron armor and a purple cape stepped forward towards Saber, bearing the unmistakable presence of a Servant. 

“Saber!” He bellowed, drawing a golden Chinese jian. “As Servant Rider, I accept your challenge!” 

“Well.” Annaliisa paused as she turned back to Assassin. “That solves that problem. Let’s wait it out for a bit longer.” 

In response, Nemo just nodded; he seemed interested by Rider, and also by the possibility of being able to learn more about Saber than he was from his battle with Lancer.
“Agreed. I’d also have pointed out that a failed first strike can be fatal for an Assassin, but I suppose that’s a little irrelevant now. And maybe a little patronizing?”

“Honestly, it’s like you take me for a schoolgirl or something.” Annaliisa huffed. “I’m a bloody Enforcer, for Christ’s sake. I know my way around a scrap, alright? So just sit back down and watch the show.”