[h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/52Kspeh.png?1[/img] [color=0072bc]Izumi Airi — Eastern Field[/color][/h3]
[@Moonlit Sonata]
[@Berserk Gene]

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Airi had seen it coming, but not from where. The entire area had suddenly become engulfed in color. An 'intent' that encompassed everything around her. She would have looked around, but she wouldn't have looked up.

Like a hook digging into her stomach, the girl nearly lost her lunch when Berserker grabbed hold of her, the field and sky zooming past like race cars on a track. Between the movement and the wild wind, it felt like being swept up by a tornado, and there was a brief, mad fear of being thrown through the air like a piece of debris.

[color=0072bc]"Wait, where's—"[/color]

The boy she'd been talking to just moments before. She had been snatched away from him just as they shook hands. The girl looked around, but her vision had exploded into color. The field, filled with people and that [i]thing[/i], had exploded into a cloud of mixed intentions. Had she been epileptic, it very well may have given her a seizure.

Ernest — Airi didn't actually know who his Servant was, but she figured he had one. But that boy had lost his at the graveyard. Was he— was he safe? Was he—

Clawing at Berserker's shoulders as the wind assaulted her eyes, she spotted him, similarly accosted by Ruler. For once, she had to give Sunglasses some real props. Her friends, those freshly-formed bonds with hardly even names exchanged, were safe.

[color=0072bc]"I can handle running myself, you know!"[/color] With that knowledge assuaging her deeper fears, she returned to her usual self, though she didn't physically struggle against her Servant's grip as she listened to his words. A siege...well, draining magical energy had certainly worked on [i]her[/i], so she could see that being a viable plan. Swallowing air to keep ahold of the contents of her stomach, she surveyed the situation. She couldn't sense mana, but at the very least, she could see locations, and some aspect of what they were up against...

A...thing of stone, surrounded by some kind of conglomeration of...forcefields? To call it even massive was a disservice. An impenetrable defense, and gigantic, swinging arms that destroyed the ground itself. Two arms on offense, two more rooting its position...

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jpQxey6.png[/img][/center]
[center][color=0072bc]"Wait...what the...?"[/color][/center]
[center][color=0072bc]"It's got...five brains? Six...? I can't keep up...!"[/color][/center]
The fact that it was [i]alive[/i] was enough of a shock. That the gigantic thing of masonry in front of her wasn't simply a castle, or animated clay. The thing in front of her was...thinking. Reasoning. [i]Feeling.[/i]

And apart from the cloud of intent that pervaded the field like a blanket of choking gas, there were intentions emanating from inside of the giant as well. Deliberated actions with a set beginning and a desired end. In the chaos, and being thrown around as she was, it was difficult to pin it all down. But there was no doubt, that multiple intents were emanating from multiple points...

A soft navy...a deep green...parts of it even seemed...reticent. But, why would that...?

[color=0072bc][i]"Who the fuck summoned Voltron!?"[/i][/color] Airi complained thoughtlessly, her loud voice for once being a benefit over the raging wind. Her temples began to throb as the colors assaulted her, but now more than ever, she had to focus on them...! Wherever they were coming from, the points of emanation of that 'intent', those had to be its cores, right? If it had anything like a weak spot, it had to be that...!!