[center][h2][b]Ascelia Vizwhurz[/b][/h2][/center]Ascelia didn't have much to do outside of supporting Nero at this moment. The situation was completely outside of her realm of expertize. Furthermore, the other Servant and Master pairs were already doing a good work at taking down the flames, they would have that covered in no time. Ascelia and Nero weren't really needed for that.

That said, Ascelia really did have one question for Saber regarding this situation.

"I have something to ask if you'll allow me," she said respectfully as the two of them walked side by side, seeking a proper place to lay down the unconscious purple-haired woman. "But first, we should get over to one of the temples, or maybe a palace. Being made of marble, it's unlikely that the flames damaged them substantially. At most, we might have to clear some burnt decorations," Ascelia added.
[center][h2][b]Atalanta[/b][/h2][/center]"That's not how it should be. It's not my intention to fight you. Just tell me what's happening and why are you meddling with Troy, instead of being in Corinth," Atalante replied to Medea. It didn't look like her words got through to the Witch, though as was evident by Medea's retort —summoning waves of her dragon bone familiars to challenge Atalanta to an archery duel. To make matters worse, the Witch decided to add a spray of her own magical bullets to the game.

"Very well, then. If that's what you want," Atalanta said summoning her bow. Thankfully for her, the natural terrain was an ally in and of itself. The many rocks that dotted the land might not be large or tough enough to take cover from the hell that Medea unleashed upon her, but they were more than enough to allow Atalanta to dodge the Witch's shots. Those magical bullets were as powerful as Atalanta's arrows, after all. A graze from them was enough to take down nearly anyone. Atalanta certainly wasn't looking forward to trying it head-on, given her meager Magic Resistance.

Atalanta didn't have the time to invoke her Noble Phantasm under such conditions so she had to take down the skeletons in small groups, shooting three or four of them at each time. The diminishing number were making dodging easier, allowing the Huntress to scan her surroundings better and finally notice Medea's intended escape plans. "Don't think that I'm going to let you escape on that ship. Not before you tell me what's happening," Atalanta said as she aimed a shot, not at the skeletons, but at Medea herself, trying to cripple the Witch's arm.