[center][h2]Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus[/h2][/center]

Hands clasped at the sight, Nero was frankly enthralled by the rain of arrows. "Umu! So beautiful, so graceful, so..." and then the blonde paused, raising one hand, "... completely unnecessary. My charming Praetor, rest assured that I shall never place such a strain upon your magical reserves without a good cause and worthy stage for it! Only the finest of foes are fit to grace my theatre. Certainly not the skeletons we see."

The Servant took a rather laissez-faire approach to the skeleton dilemma, simply removing with an over-exaggerated flourish the head of any skeleton that dared step close to her and her Master--until they reached the city and the source of the current conflict, embodied in the two Servants fighting overhead. The cheerful grin that had accompanied Atalanta's display was right back as Nero left her Master's side in an enthusiastic rush, cutting through the skeletons but doing more to dodge than destroy them. Her goal: a nearby mostly-intact wall and rooftop, a suitable vantage point from which to... do what, exactly?

Hm, she had no idea who the one with the long hair was, though despite her blindfold she seemed quite beautiful; the excessively long hair suited her well. The other was even more physically indistinct due to her cloak--but with the magic being thrown around, the Emperor reckoned that she could make an educated guess. Atalanta had already posited that Medea might be around after all... and if she was wrong, this was going to be mightily embarrassing.

One thing that everyone was about to find out was that Nero had a [i]very[/i] healthy set of lungs.

[b]"Beautiful ladies! Verily, you with the lustrous hair, and Medea! I, Caesar, request an immediate ceasefire, and an audience with myself and my compatriots![/b]

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[center][h2]Abe Ai[/h2][/center]

Like many of the other Masters, Ai was left feeling woozy after the transmission--unlike those other Masters, her Servant was hardly going to provide a suitable support, seeming altogether too delicate in stature, even though she wasn't quite the shortest. This didn't stop her from using Nobunaga anyway, pressing against her back and throwing her arms around the Archer until her balance was regained. "Hopefully the return trip is less disorienting, eh, Nobu-chan?"

Trailing along with the rest of the group, Ai wondered if her abilities would be of particular use against an army of skeletons--the Servants seemed more than capable of handling it, so there was no need to expend her own abilities yet. Still... it was good to be prepared, and the onmyouji spread ofuda between her fingers. If their defences got breached by dealing with those other two Servants she saw fighting, an exorcism or two ought to deal with anything that got up to them.

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[center][h2]Meran Briefort Marzikek[/h2][/center]

Meran was another of those who took the transport in stride, appearing completely unruffled by the experience--though with her, it was hard to tell what was felt and what was real. Still, for one reason or another, the alchemist was unfazed by being warped through dimensions, looking at her tablet and making notes. "Hundred percent transmission success... mana consistent with the Age of Gods... minor calibration needed to smooth transport."

More notes followed on the sudden unexpected use of Atalante's Noble Phantasm, but Meran seemed content to keep her thoughts to herself on the approach to the ruined town--whereupon, setting the matter of the fighting Servants' identities aside for the moment, she crouched down to analyse one of the destroyed and dissipating skeletons.

"Not the Dead... not more advanced necromancy either. Magical constructs...?"