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

So this was the power of a Servant... in an instant, the skeletons around them had been annihilated without fail, clearing a wide circle around the pair of them in a single motion. Then, the small girl was set down on her feet as her Berserker proceeded to tear apart the army of familiars. Really, all Estelle had to do was watch her Servant work... but she wasn't content with that. Extending one arm, a series of white orbs appeared above it, as the childlike magus spun on her heel and let loose three beams of destructive prana. A low-grade deployment of her most powerful spell was hardly as impressive as the top ceiling of her capabilities, but it would do, tearing cleanly through skeletons with each shot and knocking them into loose piles of bone. After a few more shots, she caught sight of the conclusion of the Servant battle. The Caster-class Servant had sunk some strange dagger into her opponent, and immediately fled when the purple haired woman hit the ground.

The last of the skeletons were being mopped up, but the town was still in flames. Deep down, she had to question why a Caster class Servant would chose to attack their opponent with a dagger rather then the useage of magecraft. Did the woman perhaps possess a high grade of magic resistance? She didn't seem like any one of the three knight classes, though... From appearances, Estelle would have guessed Assassin, but... somehow she didn't seem so... stealthy, perhaps?

Whatever the case was, something strange was happening here.

"... Berserker!" she called, "We're going to remain here. Do what you can to extinguish these flames, I'll investigate the wound that dagger made."

Perhaps this was an overly-confident decision, as Estelle began to approach the downed Servant. But... She had to know what had happened, and on top of that... Well, a deeply smug part of her was sure that even an attack from a Servant wouldn't so easily shatter her bounded field.

[@Riegal]