[center][h2]Amano Nanase[/h2][/center]
Within the city now along with Ozymandias, Nanase allowed her projected bow to evaporate, the short confrontation with the cloaked Servant over. She watched as a few of the others immediately went after the woman, and looked over to her own Servant—from a glance, it was clear he wasn’t quite as interested.

The young Executor smiled softly to herself, hearing her Servant commanding the people of the burning city. He truly was an emperor, capable of leading with ease. She glanced around her destroyed surroundings, heart feeling heavy. She felt sorry for the citizens.

“I’ll go help,” she said to Ozymandias. “With getting water.” It was all she really could do, even if it wasn’t much. With that, she took off in a light jog after the crowd.

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[center][h2]Penthesilea[/h2][/center]
Estelle’s Servant was ready to take off in a dash after the cloaked woman, but her Master ordered her otherwise.

Penthesilea glanced over, brow furrowing at the girl’s words. This would be the first instance where she’d directly disobey her Master—the flames and the people it threatened were far less important than Estelle herself. The Servant immediately moved towards her. “Master! Allow me to do so, then. There is no need to put you in possible harm’s way.” Really, just walking up to an unknown Servant like that. Reckless girl.

The Servant had half a mind to lecture her further, but now was not the time or place; especially since she didn’t know the small girl well enough to know quite how she’d react to being reprimanded.