[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag - Babylonia[/h2][/color]

It really was no wonder that someone among their party would brute force their way through the situation, and Richard would be the first to admit his surprise at the bloodless efficacy of a charging Berserker up the ziggurats steps. This had left the guards stunned, and rightly so, meaning he was quick to follow behind Keisuke before any of them gathered their wits enough to contemplate barring their path with the business end of their spears the next time. With how close he was to the group's point man, Richard found his path as unbarred as Keisuke and came to a stop before the dethroning of a king whose reign was found wanting.

[color=olive]"This is...well, we can't say this was unexpected in Babylon, can we?"[/color] Richard remarked to no one in particular while watching Lancelot of all people make first contact with the unaligned Servants. That they classified the Golden Servant as Gilgamesh left Richard with a strong guess as to who the effeminate man beside him could be if the legend was anything to go by, but the identity of the woman was harder to pin down. Since she lacked any resemblance to the man who imitated a divinely blessed beauty, he had no clue how to entangle her into the Epic of Gilgamesh, so it was in all likelihood she either belonged to the region rather then a tie in to Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

[color=olive][i]"Assassin, whatever happens here, keep an eye on the woman. I do not wish her to fade from view because we are blinded by gold."[/i][/color]

It was unfortunate that there was no chance to discuss the group's course of action, especially when it was quickly made apparent that Lancelot and the priest guiding them had some prior experience with the oldest hero, but they would have to manage without a battle plan on this engagement. 

[color=olive]"Pardon me, but if I could add upon the knight's case. We are time displaced magi and Servants with no desire to harm the garden you have cultivated. We have no desire for conquest or plunder, only to right the wrongs that will ruin the world you wrested from the gods and gave onto man. As you have already found, your kingdom is threatened by forces both within,"[/color] Richard pointedly looked at the corpse Gilgamesh had cast aside, [color=olive]"- and without. If you would allow us to remove the threat of the grail from these lands -perhaps under the super vision of a trusted companion if you would like- then you would be left with ample time to restore the values which made your kingdom prosperous under your reign. Why dirty your hands when the people are in dire need of your wisdom."[/color]



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[color=C71585][h2]Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia[/h2][/color]

[color=C71585]"Yata! Master, did you see how she ran from our might? With your prana and my magic, there will be many more fleeing just like that Valkyrie, I would wager."[/color]

The vulpine Servant was feeling very good about herself as the enemy ran off into the mists and the rugged knight showered her- As it was clearly directed at her and Seyrun alone for saving him- with praise for saving him from being impaled on Valkyrie's spear. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had lifted a finger to aid him, even if she herself had just ton explosives into the fray. If the others' Masters couldn't stand against simple undead thralls without the aid of their Servants, then this was further proof of the greatness that was her own Master's capability. 

[color=c71585]"Now you there, Mr. Siegfried!"[/color] Tamamo said with finger thrust towards the Saber class, ignorant of the playwright's cries for help since she was the farthest from where he arrived. [color=c71585]"Lead us to this village, and explain what  has brought the anger of a war bound spirit like that Lancer upon. Was she the one responsible for all of this hideous scenery, or are you a scoundrel who bedeviled her heart and has been saved by our ignorant intervention?"[/color] 


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[color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia[/h2][/color]

Margarita made no effort to conceal the smirk tugging at her lips upon witnessing Walgrave's startled reaction to her interference. It must have been a wound to his pride that he received the aid of a magus many times his inferior, and that was exactly what the French gunner had been endeavoring to do. 

[color=gold]"If certain death isn't a kick in the pants, then an affront to their sensibilities-"[/color] Pausing in her speech, Margarita spun on her heel and scooped up the boisterous Faust just as one of the dead made a swipe for where she had stood. In the time it would have taken to mutter an irate 'Marde' for making an attack on her Servant, she carried herself with the momentum and struck it clean across the head with the side of her musket. It was thrown to ground and didn't arise, the shrapnel of its inwardly crushed skull shredding what remained of its skull that didn't turn to pulp outright. [color=gold]"-will just have to do."[/color]

[color=gold]"Faust, as proud as you may be in your friend, please keep an eye on the surroundings. If you eaten, then I will have no one to share the ice cream with but all these Dead, and they make very poor dining companions."[/color] She lightly chastised the child, unwilling to outright say it was the loudness of her cheering that masked the shambling of that one rotter which had gotten uncomfortably close. Luckily the horde was thinning to non-existence between the strength of everyone's combined arms, and there was not a single scratch to show for their efforts. 

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