[h2]Assassin[/h2]

And then there was one. Rider's Master had gone--and she felt a little relief at that, killing a child would have been strange... it was children that wanted her to kill. It would have been an extremely uncomfortable thing to go through with; not having to strike upwards threw all her experience off. All the organs would be in the same place but her knives would be awkwardly big, too. Berserker's Master had been dragged out of the picture and that meant their... friend? Not-enemy? That one was out of the way too. If it was just Saber, then getting past to Saber's Master would be easy and--

Why was Mother being so friendly with them? This wasn't a place like the church where people wouldn't fight and both of them had already been starting fights. The Master had even got involved in somebody else's fight! Why even tell them where to go to find safety...? If she just attacked now, then there would be no Saber's Master and no Saber. Turning her back to them and running off...

She didn't understand. If they went to attack? If she didn't do something that was going to happen. Mother looked like an easy target. Saber and Saber's Master were both violent. How could you trust strangers like that?

[b]Mental Pollution: C[/b]

[i]We will keep you safe, Mother.[/i]

Saber and her Master would get one warning. The creak of an old lantern opening but then the air itself was thickening, a cloying choking fog descending. Seeing out to the church or even identifying its direction was blocked off, an unnatural smog extending to every direction. Within the fog, a single dark shape, incongruously dressed in modern clothing, wielding a pair of knives and moving around its targets, picking an unguarded approach.

They wouldn't know where it was coming from until it was too late. Nobody ever did.

[b]Murderer of the Misty Night: A[/b]

"From Hell..." Assassin said, knives clasped in her hand. Not quite opposite where she started but still away from the obvious location. A perfect ambush spot, with a clear sight to Mira, "Maria the Ripper!"

All conditions were met. It was night, the target was female, and it was misty. No more a physical attack but rather a curse, death should be guaranteed. Whilst the origin might be the knives, what could a surprised magus do to respond? She would die and Mother would be safe.