[h2]Assassin[/h2]

Assassin nodded, following her Master out of the church, further down the hill... and waiting in the underbrush beside the road. Following the action was easy enough--though a weak Servant, speed was in her favour and precision too, cuts had to be [i]exact...[/i] it would be wrong, wrong to make a mistake there. Yet... against these Servants, she could do little, the Berserker and the Rider both too strong to risk, both given too much of a range advantage. A single surprise attack would not do anything... and her trump card was useless there. The Saber, she... she would be vulnerable, more in line with something that Assassin could reach.

But all their Masters were easy pickings. Three girls, each. If Mother ordered it, two of the conditions were met. It was dark, the targets were female. The third she remembered, the choking, cloying smog, air thick with coal and muffled noises. The third was carried with her, always, and the first preparation that would be made if she had to strike. The chances of a human surviving her curse were slim.

People needed their guts. She knew, she'd seen them cut out before.