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As the woman spoke to him, James took a second to think it over. He was fairly confident in the abilities of Van Helsing, but if she was that certain they were at such a disadvantage, it must have something to do with the limitations of her own servant. He abandoned hypothesising in favour of action as she gently pushed him. Drawing his own pistol, mostly out of instinct as he recognised the futility of regular firearms against Servants, he quickly entered a crouching run as he quickly but carefully skirted around the ongoing duel of Assassins. Part of him burned at the though of the Hassan escaping, the shred of him that mourned for the loss of his old friend and partner, but he continued on in spite of this. Besides, there was little he could do. Archer was elsewhere and his own mana supply was... much lower than it should have been. He hadn't noticed it earlier because he was focused on other things but he had only cast one low-cost spell and yet his mana reserves where almost gone... Growling in frustration, he pushed on as he followed his Servant's signature.

The first things immediately apparent to Archer was that he was stunned, both visually and audibly, and in pain. Blinking rapidly, his vision cleared and he looked to the source of his pain. Caltrops. A particular favourite of his own, Archer's expression became less than amused at the idea of someone managing to successful rig and spring a trap like that in the exact spot he was going to land... Stepping carefully over them and leaning against the wall, he quickly set about removing the offending objects from the soles of his boots, silently thanking the shoe makers of his time for saving him even more pain by lessening the effective length of the spikes. Instantly, his Hunter;s Mark was burning again as he tried to locate any sign of more traps, or better yet the one that placed them, but he could only detect the mana signatures of the people in their homes and the few on the streets. As the ringing in his cleared, he became aware of the sound of approaching steps though the alleyways and began to raise his weapon until he recognised the mana signature as his master's. Lo and behold, James turned down the alley a few moments after. He was rapidly approaching, but stopped as the Vampire Hunter raised his hand. Using the side of his boot, he swept the caltrops to the side before letting his master close the rest of the distance. The two needn't exchange words as James flicked his head over his shoulder and Archer nodded in return before they began to turn to leave...

It was then that a strange mist rolled past the pair, blanketing the area in a dense fog that made visibility poor at best, the acrid smell of sulphur coiling around them. Initially fearing a trick by the enemy, both of the hunters turned back-to-back as they watched for an attack until a path of sorts opened up, leading out of the alleyway back the way James had come. Moving slowly and close together, the two made their way back to the woman and her servant.

Sliding in beside her out of the mist, Archer tipped the corner of his hat in greeting before James spoke, quietly enough that the hostile couldn't hear them, but loudly enough that she could hear him while he gestured to the acrid mist around them..

[color=dimgray]"I take it this is your handy work, or at least your servants?"[/color]