[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]

"Honestly, Atalanta? I would expect no less from a Caster," Keisuke responded, nodding his head as he pulled out the phone he was given to follow up on his Servant's suggestion. Of course, he (as a relatively 'normal' magus) wouldn't be able to keep up with Atalanta's speed if she decided to scout farther ahead, but that in and of itself had its own merits.

Granted, that also technically meant he had to jump and duck his way through the burning city, but it seemed as if that wouldn't have to last for long; just barely past the smoke and flames in front of him, the Enforcer could barely make out the walls that guarded the opposite end of the city. The ball of light that was Medea (or so he assumed) was still barely in sight over the walls, but his Servant (now a blur of colors that caused the fumes to waver) was rapidly making headway after her. Catching her... Would be ideal, but it certainly wouldn't be easy. There was also the factor that Atalanta made sure to point out—the Noble Phantasm that Medea had used just a while earlier. There were too many unknowns to factor into this, so for now the young man decided to simply radio in with the rest of the pursuing group to prepare. Pulling the phone out from the pocket of his pants where he had stored it, Keisuke stared at the device for a few seconds before realizing he hadn't had a chance to fiddle with it earlier.

"Hm. Well, at least the interface looks somewhat intuitive..." he muttered, glancing back and forth between the device and the road as he continued on. This was... Actually somewhat stupid, he now realized, as it meant that he was now dedicating half of his attention to not being crushed by debris or running into a wall or something stupid like that. Luckily, in the few moments he had taken to figure out how the call function worked (it had group calls, thank god), he hadn't come into any major issues (the worst of it being a slight decrease in pace), Keisuke quickly held the phone up to his ear before resuming his normal pace.

[b]"Hello? Hello? Okay, I don't know how everything works right now, so I just dumped everyone's contact into into a group and started this call up; Ms. Marzikek, you're gonna have to drill me on this stuff later. That aside: to anyone following Medea, Atalanta's moving ahead to try and intercept. Let me know if the situation in the city changes, okay?"[/b] he said, using his shoulder to prop the device in place as he continued on.

The familiar that Ai had thrown into the air would soon respond to its master with the sight of the large plains outside of the burning city and the faint sight of the sea over the horizon. The two Servants that were playing cat and mouse had, by this point, left the city's boundaries, and the ball of light that was Medea was making a beeline towards what could barely be made out as some sort of seafaring vessel, if only because of its location and size.

From Medea's point of view, though, all that remained in her sights was the grassy plains in front of her. The ship he had used to arrive was a while away, and though her destination was the port, there were still other ways of trying to escape. Of course, she still had bad memories of [i]that[/i] ship, but her current one... It would certainly be for the better if she could make it on.

Craning her neck around to look behind her, Medea's face turned a bit somber as her eyes met with Atalanta's. There was indeed a bit of irony given the current situation, but of all people to be chasing her down...

"Hmph. It pains me to be so wasteful, but..." she said, murmuring to herself as she began to scatter something similar to bone fragments out onto the ground beneath her. Wherever they met the earth, skeletal archers soon rose up, all with bows in hand as they aimed not at Atalanta, but at the sky above. As she did so, Medea turned her body 180 degrees around, still in flight as she pulled off her hood to stare at the cat-eared huntress that was pursuing her.

"How bold of you to come! It really has been a while, hasn't it, Atalanta? Though I [i]loathe[/i] anything to do with that [i]damned[/i] Argo, I do appreciate you showing the effort to chase after me like this. You [i]were[/i] always like that, though, weren't you? Well, as with any prey, I'm not going to make this a simple hunt for you. Prepare yourself!"

With that declaration, Medea swung her staff in an arc in front of her, letting the bat-like wings on her back unfurl and begin to form a vast array of magic circles that began to fire magical bullets at the leonine archer.

[i]"All I need to do is make it to the boat—no, not even the boat. Even the edge of the port will do—!"[/i]
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[h2][center]Ozymandias[/center][/h2]

"You wish to help? Very well; then let me send some of my own power to aid you," the pharaoh declared, waving his staff in front of him before two giant sphinxes, each roughly the size of a large truck and equipped with a large bucketlike tool around their necks, materialized in front of him. A few beads of sweat were now visible on the Servant's brow, but he paid them no heed as he continued to stand tall and directed the beasts to follow his Master. Ideally, they would also help with the water, but they were first and foremost his Master's guards while he remained here. After all, keeping a Servant restrained was [i]infinitely[/i] more difficult than it was to kill them, more often than not.

"Hmph. How troublesome; the flames will likely linger a while longer while those citizens move off to obtain some water; honestly, I would prefer to use something akin to a well, but in the midst of this incident that isn't quite... Feasible," he commented, glancing back and forth at the burning buildings before back down at the group of women taking care of the servant.

Medusa, on the other hand, remained unconscious after the care from Nero and the rest, with the only notable change in her condition being a less labored breathing pattern. The bandage coupled with Nero's Master's healing, it seemed, had caused her condition to stabilize... Somewhat.

That didn't mean that it was any better for them to stay, but it wasn't as if Ozymandias would lift the Servant up to drag the unconscious Servant outside of the city. Actually, there were probably some citizens that were trapped within their homes or something of the li-
Damn.

"Okay, with this matter handled, I declare that anyone not directly involved in keeping track of this... [i]Woman[/i]... Should look through the city for any survivors, trapped or otherwise. Loss of property is inevitable in this situation, but the loss of a life under the sun's watchful gaze is a crime that I, Ozymandias, shall not allow!" the Servant shouted, slamming his staff into the ground and causing the stone beneath him to crack before he began to walk deeper into the burning city, furtively glancing around for any sign of life from the crackling flames and swirling ash.

Luckily, the distance to the river was not all that far off, and with the additional help of the sphinxes and whatever things that the townspeople could muster to hold water in, the group returned to at least begin the process of quenching the flames.

The question now, though, was how much they could save.

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