[h1][color=00aeef]Ernest LaCreux[/color][/h1]

[h2]Eastern Field, Group B[/h2]

Who could've predicted the sudden attack? Even Ruler only got his warning out seconds before impact. Still, in that second, something screamed within Ernest. A primal wish for survival, a fire in his nerves that shouted [color=ed1c24]“MOVE NOW![/color]” Without thinking, without understanding the situation, and certainly without trying to formulate a plan, the necromancer threw himself backward, feeling the gust of the impact slam into his body and send him rolling backward. The sheer force of the impact felt like it might have broken a rib or two.  The magus could barely make out anything over the ringing in his ears as he forced himself to his feet, bracing himself with his cane and looking upon the monstrous contraption that had descended upon them. A golem? No. It was more like a living fortress. Ernest backed away, the gale whipping at his suit.

Think Ernest, think. The roar of the win made it difficult to hear even his own thoughts, much less those around him. Against something so impregnable, there was probably little he could do, but perhaps the Servants could find a way through... even that seemed unlikely, but maybe not impossible. [color=00aeef]“Chi-You!”[/color] He backed further away, placing himself behind his Servant. [color=00aeef]“Whatever that thing is, it can't be completely impenetrable, we just have to find a weak point.”[/color] The magus continued stepping back from the impossible monster. [color=00aeef]“And Chi-You, don't hold back.”[/color] The castle pulled back its towers for another attack. [color=00aeef]“Shit.”[/color] Ernest turned, running as fast as he could, trusting Chi-You to handle herself. As the wind off of the second attack knocked Ernest to his knees, he looked back toward the castle. [color=00aeef]“It's trying to separate us then.”[/color] The magus realized he had just wholly cooperated with the construct's battle plan, but it wasn't as if he had anything to contribute to the battle, other than perhaps healing.

Having avoided the second swing, Ernest shouted again into the wind. [color=00aeef]“Aim for the joints!”[/color] It couldn't move without joints, right? Frankly, Ernest was concerned as to whether or not logic even applied to the titan. If it did, though, the joints would be the weakest points, but with how that thing was able to reshape itself, there was a chance that the only opportunity to hit those joints was when it attacked, and a single blow from that thing was likely enough to incapacitate a Servant.