[h2]Johanna Faust[/h2]

A Berserker that couldn't even be controlled with Command Seals? What terrible luck of the draw she had. The one silver lining was to not be stuck with some rabid beast at all times, slavering and fighting without a hint of finesse, "Why would I want to waste a source of such potent magecraft on trying to force through orders? With an infinite supply, one would have no need to even partake in the war."

The sharp clicking of hard soles announced the magus' return into the church and the scarred enforcer wasted no time on focusing in on the proclaimed master of Assassin--and therefore the Master that presented the most likely threat to her own well-being. Unfamiliar, casually dressed... she was almost certainly someone from no great lineage, a minor obstacle if it came down to a battle of magecraft. To no great surprise, also shorter than Johanna's own two metres--useful if intimidation became a necessary tool.

"What brings you to take part in this war, Master of Assassin? What drives you to put your life at such risk? No war has ever passed without the death of most of the Masters. Is what drives you really so great as to take such risk?"

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[h2]Assassin[/h2]

This blue-haired woman... it made her uneasy. For a human, she felt so strong, she had too much presence... even with the mist, she felt like someone that might survive Maria, but how could that be possible? What human could survive such a violent curse? Assassin shifted uncomfortably, slipping round to another corner to watch the incoming magus from behind. This was the Enemy, those that stood in the way of Mother's victory. Would she be mad, if they were eliminated right now?

She couldn't let Mother share the same fate of all those other Masters from the other wars, at any cost, after all. Should she not just strike now?