[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/A9Vw6CK.png[/img] [h2]The Battlefield[/h2] [/center] [hr] Infinite light. This, suffice to say, changed the situation drastically. Norton did not understand the finer points of Magecraft, let alone Magic, but this was a phenomenon beyond understanding. Running back to meet up with Airi, he didn't need to turn around. Something more visceral than even his own senses gave the much more direct instruction: [i]Run as fast as you can. Get away. Get out of here.[/i] True Magic was unfathomable. Mortal danger was simple! Rostam was dead. A hero far greater than he had been incinerated by that light. He had to be faster than fast, as the death of Rostam made clear, but he also had to account for not endangering Airi with the sudden change of velocity. He hooked a tight curve towards her, actually passing her by, before digging his feet down into the earth, gouging the soil. A fissure opened, as dry bedrock and wetter topsoil violently disagreed on how to react to the force. Soil was kicked up as per before, but this time, the prana he released in the act of completely reversing his trajectory at high speed...there was a split second of delay. Then, the plume of dirt smoldered, particles igniting. The amount of energy he'd released into the point of contact was obscene, and it had forced the ground into a fine vapor. Crop fertilizers, chaff, dead grass...these were rural fields, after all. The friction heat was intense enough to raise the carbon-rich plant matter to flash point. There was no time to say any words, except the necessary ones. [color=tomato]"By-"[/color] And he kicked back the way he'd come, behind Airi, accelerating with her now. Adding his growing momentum rather than intercepting hers. Even moving below the speed of sound, the air displacement of his body blew the ignited soil outwards behind him. [color=tomato]"-this-"[/color] The result was a dust explosion, and the air current behind him as he moved, shredding the topsoil each step, created a vortex tunnel effect. Not only a fiery explosion, but a burning contrail behind the Berserker and his Master. There was no time to apologize, or even warn Airi of what he was about to do, the extreme risk he was about to take. But given his Master's bravery this far, he hoped she could forgive this. He was relying on the servant who had created the fortress to save her from his own recklessness. [@Ijoyen] They'd showed the altruism to use a Noble Phantasm to protect the others, and so he would trust her... If not, he had a backup strategy to follow up with, but that would require him surviving this. He wasn't going to make it to the Fortress in time, from their starting point. [color=tomato]"-[b]Command Spell[/b]-"[/color] The Emperor wasn't sure he could make that assumption. A far grander hero had been vaporized by that infinite, impossible light. He didn't even know how it'd work. At the very worst, this would buy the others some time. If this cost him his life, if this cost the dreams and hopes that had been entrusted to him, it was still better than letting it happen while he did nothing. His true wish, one he had not admitted to either of his Masters, practically mandated it. [color=tomato]"-upon-"[/color] Now he utilized the same principle that had doomed Rostam, albeit in reverse. His burst speed, especially as a Berserker, was immense. Virtually all Servants could move at inhuman speed, but a body pushed beyond its mortal limits, beyond the nature of its legends, was something else. Higher parameters than his could achieve greater net velocity, of course, but the restraints subconsciously imposed by the human mind, even as a Servant, existed for a reason. To be greater than he once was, on account of madness, was highly in-tune with his being. [color=tomato]"-myself!"[/color] Norton's voice became lower, as nearing the sound barrier imposed an extreme Doppler effect. Much of it was just a low-pitch roar, intermingled with the howling wind. But there was a bright, unmistakable, red glow from his hand, even as his speed scattered his voice in his wake. No longer a rocket, but a shooting star across the field, as he flung his arms upward at the last moment, crucially. [color=tomato][center][h1]"BE THERE!"[/h1][/center][/color] The engraved miracle of the Matou elder, a Command Spell, was being pit against Nagato Tohsaka and the Jeweled Sword. Were Norton aware of how fitting that was, he might have appreciated it. But there was no gap from one moment to the next, in his perception. He was carrying Airi. And then, he wasn't. Airi was now launched up into the air, her servant's speed and strength having hopefully catapulted her from imminent, moments-away danger to slightly less imminent danger however high up in the air she ended up as a result of this. He hadn't even spared the time to estimate that. Emperor Norton, Berserker, was now displaced. Right beside Nagato, plowing straight for him from immediately behind... Maybe it would be faster than the black-haired man could even sense or react in time! But the Emperor himself wasn't the full payload. Oh no, he was the missile. The warhead was the prana released by the act of Spatial Transportation, from the spent Command Spell that had been part of his body. Absolutely saturated in the concept of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4216323]Discordance, his personal skill.[/url] He had no idea what this "Chaos Warhead" would do, but he certainly hoped it would do something.