[center][h2][b]Ascelia Vizwhurz[/b][/h2][b]Present[/b][/center]"Fine, fine, if that's how you wish, I'll call you Augustus," Ascelia said as she and Nero walked towards the briefing room. She placed a hand on her Servant's head in an awkward gesture of affection, probably meaning to communicate that she meant no harm. Saber was quite a lot to deal with. Especially considering that Ascelia was hardly used to this type of relationship.

Once the briefing was done, Ascelia couldn't help but notice the fiery glint on Saber's eyes. Based on the kind of literary works she had been reading in the past few days, as well as the stories regarding Nero's artistic tendencies, it was pretty obvious that a destination such as the Greek Age of the Gods. Admittedly, the Trojan War was very late in that time period, if Ascelia's memory was correct, that was the 4th or 5th generation of Greek Heroes, whereas the one that stood among them as from the 2nd generation.

"This is certainly an useful device," Ascelia said, accepting the phone given to her by the Atlesean Alchemist, just before following Saber.

[center][b]Greece[/b][/center]"I think that you might want to take pay attention to the skeletons as well," Ascelia said to Nero, pointing at the other obvious bit of information she was missing. For herself, Ascelia reached inside her coat, producing eight metal rings —one between each of her hands' knuckles, infusing some prana into them, creating dagger-like blades, each of them marked with runes.

The Magus Hunter didn't attack yet, merely taking a defensive stance, ready to react in case the skeletons chose them as targets.
[center][h2][b]Atalanta[/b][/h2][/center]"The Trojan War, huh? It happened not long after the travels of the Argo came to an end. Even if I have never been there personally, I can't say that I feel any comfortable. In the end that both of us were doomed by the same thing," Atalanta said to Keisuke as he commented on them being lucky. A quick recalling of the Greek Mythology would make the reason of Atalanta's comment very evident. The Golden Apples were the reason of both Troy's demise and her own doom. Not to say the least about the fact that the Trojan War had the greatest concentration of morally dubious (read: freaking jerks) heroes in one place of the whole Age of the Gods. It was no wonder that a Heroic Spirit as old and dignified as Atalanta frowned at the very mention of that pitiful conflict.

Nevertheless, once all preparations were said and done, Atalanta followed Keisuke on their trip down the tunnel of time.

[center][b]Greece[/b][/center]"The Witch shouldn't be in Colchis by the time of the War, but if the past is as scrambled as that Old Sage said, I expect that she'll be involved. She's a woman that was capable of cutting her own brother without thinking twice. Do not listen to anything she says, Keisuke," Atalanta warned her Master of the dangers of dealing with Medea. "However, I still have a pledge of honor with that woman, after she saved my life. If possible, I would like to avoid fighting her," the leonine archer added.

Neither the smoke raising in the background, nor the skeletons prowling around escaped Atalanta's perception. This was the age when she was supposed to be at her best after all and, certainly the Huntress' looked imposing enough in her natural habitat. "If the Witch is really here, this is sure to get her attention," Atalanta said, taking a step forward and nocking an arrow with a letter for the Gods at it. Certainly, Keisuke was already aware of it, but if any of the other Masters still didn't know Atlanta's powers, they would be able to witness it firsthand now.

"Gods, hear the pray of this humble Servant. With all the reverence you deserve, I ask: bring your wrath down upon my enemies— Phoebus Catastrophe!" Atalanta said, calling upon her Noble Phantasm. A moment later the only thing left in the hill were the skeletons once scampered, was a veritable forest of arrows that fell from the sky upon Atalanta's prayer and slowly began to dissolve back into the thick mist of mana that still enveloped all of the world at this Age.