[h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/52Kspeh.png?1[/img] [color=0072bc]Izumi Airi — Eastern Field, Group A[/color][/h3]
[@Moonlit Sonata] [@Berserk Gene] [@Yukitamas]
[@Ijoyen] [@Breo] [@ConstantlyComic] [@Kost Alter] [@Cu Chulainn]

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[color=0072bc]"OKAY NEVERMIND I CAN'T HANDLE THE RUNNING BY MYSELF FUCK FUCK FUCK—"[/color]

It was at the moment that the castle un-rooted itself, and began to wind back. That was when the action was decided upon. When 'desire' morphed into 'intent'.

That sight was terrifying to her. The color nearly filled her entire vision. Normally, when an intent like that surfaced, it merely meant that the person wasn't really thinking about where their attacks went — but that wasn't the case this time. It really meant to destroy this entire area.

[i]	That soft navy had started to fade into more of a purplish shade...
		...'Remorse'...?[/i]

While it was winding up, she had just the slightest window to warn them, to give them a window of opportunity beyond just the strike itself, even if it was just another second, with a Servant's speed, that would be enough—

[color=0072bc][b]"[i]Incoming!! Left arm!![/i]"[/b][/color] Airi's fingers dug into her Servant's arm as her stomach churned. Her eyes moved to Nakae again. He was in the blast radius, the area of intent. Ruler wasn't that fast. Not as fast as Berserker, not nearly. [color=0072bc]"[i]G—Get him out! He can't—!![/i]"[/color]