[center][h2]Demon Archer[/h2][/center]

"Ah, where there is smoke, there is fire." Giving the air a sniff, Nobunaga who had just arrived in Greece let her gaze travel through the verdant but foreign landscape, noticing flora greatly different from what she was used to. Japan was like a well and she the frog, an island nation so pitiably small compared to those other great behemoths out and about in the world at large. Still, now that she had free(ish) reign throughout history itself, the story of the carp who transcended the waterfall to become a dragon came to mind. She would commit to her knowledge all the information, learn everything, grow greater... They say everything ends with death but was she not here because of how splendid both her life and ending had been? 

Chuckling at those thoughts, the Demon Archer realized that the scent of the smoke actually held something familiar- yes she had almost no doubt what it was conveyed in those gaseous plumes. Growing slightly more serious given her own familiarity with the kind of fires that would birth that sort of smoke, Nobunaga simply stayed put where she was. "I will move with and protect the Masters. My job is that of the great DEMON ARCHER, so I shall keep my distance and act as a first line of defense against what threats are about with my range." Left unsaid was that she didn't want any of the untried Masters to try to muck up and throw themselves into businesses that could potentially risk the whole group due to a flash of hotheadedness for they were essentially infants on the battlefield.