[h2]Estelle Varianbec, Master of Berserker - Penthesilea[/h2]

Of course, it was unlikely that any Master would have weighed much of anything to the Berserker-class Servant, but it was notable that Estelle felt like she weighed, well... nothing. Even for her size she was light, as if it was a reflection of her nature. Regardless, the tiny girl was a little surprised when she felt herself lifted from the ground and told to hold on. Her maids never picked her up, this was hardly anything she was used to at all, this was... this was... It was a little bit embarrassing if she had to be honest. She found herself instinctively clinging to one of the Amazon's arms as they were sent hurtling through the air. The speed of a Servant... the wind rushing past her... it was unlike anything she had ever felt previously.

Soon enough, Estelle was returned to reality when she saw the scene before her. Smoke. Fire. massive amounts of humans fleeing in terror as an army of skeletons swarmed the city. There were so [i]many[/i] of them, a truly enormous swarm of such familiars. Estelle could conclude a number of things from the situation, one of which being that these skeletons were not the bodies of the dead. Rather, they seemed to be familiars of another nature, constructs resembling skeletons rather then being animated remains.

The other matter was the one who had created them. There were two women, one cloaked, and one blindfolded, fighting. The woman in the cloak was utilizing extremely powerful magecraft, which made the conclusion obvious: She was the one who made the skeletons, likely of the Caster class.

"Berserker, crush them until your heart's content," said Estelle, "We're cutting a path to that Caster!"

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[h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon[/h2]

There was fire. There as enormous swarms of skeletons. There was civilians fleeing in fear. A Caster-class Servant and a Servant of unknown class, as far as she could tell, doing battle. It was easy enough to assume that the Caster-class Servant was the cause of the skeletal army, that was to say the least. And so the quickest path to relieving this besieged town and defending her Master while also preserving the lives of the civilians would indeed be to defeat her as soon as possible. That also meant clearing out as many of the skeletons as she could on the way. Planting one armored foot forward, her armored dress clanking, Saber raised her blade... and watched in confusion as her lookalike, the other Saber-class Servant, proceeded to try and all out to the combatants. For a few moments this took Saber out of the situation.

"... Wh.."

She shook her head. No. There were people in danger. Saber had to swiftly end the threat the skeletons posed to both the civilians here and her Master. It was no time to be distracted by the strange choices of an ally. While it was a baffling misstep in her opinion, she felt confident that the other Servant would not be overwhelmed. Especially if she did her best to clear out as many skeletons as she could. Raising her invisible blade once more, Saber tensed...

And suddenly erupted forward. Almost immediately her initial charge slammed into the familiars with enough force to knock several of them to pieces, scattering bones across the ground as the tip of her sword pierced not one, but two of the skeletons. Flicking her weapon to the side she cut them apart and spun, swinging her sword in an arc that tore through more of the constructs. Another step, another graceful downwards stroke, and more of the familiars were destroyed.

This was the power of a Servant. To a Heroic Spirit called into one of the class containers, these familiars were of little threat. Certainly, they possessed the capacity to [i]harm[/i] a Servant, and perhaps due to her unique situation Saber may have been more at risk of such an occurrence. But they could not touch her, as she seemed to dance through the legions of skeletal foes, cutting dozens down in seconds.

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