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~ [i]Battle Ignition[/i] ~
21 Units Remaining[/center]

The young Mage held her breath nervously as the wind buffeted her form in the darkness of the evening. As it died down, she pulled her arm away from her eyes and brushed down her now disheveled clothing, intentionally avoiding the Servant now stood in front of her, acclimatising to the night chill of Scotland.

Slowly, and cautiously, Olympia raised her head upwards, taking in her Servants appearance. She stopped at his face, the whole experience of looking upon such a well known Hero leaving her short of breath. Her legs shook, and she felt her words catch in her throats as she was asked the most important question of any Holy Grail War.

[colour=LimeGreen]"Y-y-"[/colour] she stammered, struggling to get the words out, [colour=LimeGreen]"Y-yes, I-I'm your Master!"[/colour] she finally exclaimed, steeling herself with a smile as she spoke. With this accomplishment, she could truly consider herself a Mage. She wasn't powerless anymore. 

Olympia took a moment to look at and observe him. Inside, she slightly berated herself; how could Daedalus have been summoned as anyone [i]but[/i] a Caster? But more than that, she was proud. While she hadn't researched much on the theory of Mythic Regression - barely any, in fact - but from what she knew, the older the Servant, and the more fame associated with it, the more powerful. 

In that case, it was only reasonable to assume that Daedalus, a man of well known legend, would hold considerable power. For that reason, she couldn't help but feel proud. If that theory held true, it would mean she had successfully summoned a terribly strong Servant, right? 

And a Caster, no less. It seemed fitting that the weakest Magically in the group would summon forth the strongest Magic user of the Seven. Her gaze drifted to the over Servants as the coalesced from within the light and wind, and found herself filled with awe at the sight of so many great Heroes stood awaiting command from her compatriots.

Her train of thought was quickly redirected, however, as Albert began his own summoning. The penultimate summoning. Olympia watched, still awestruck, and hung on every word of the incantation the boy spoke. She studied the circle as it bloomed into a fluorescent beacon, and stood steadfast against the raging wind that followed to watch as the Servant took form within.

The Assassin class had been summoned, it sounded like. She looked around at the other Servants, taking them in and identifying their classes one at a time. As she was right, which chances were she wasn't, the only class left to be summoned was... Saber. One of the three Knight classes, and the strongest of the seven Servants the Grail could summon.

So Leon would be the Master of Saber? Oly couldn't say she knew the boy, at least not well. But she trusted Albert in this endeavour. If he trusted Leon with such a great undertaking, then she would too. This war was nothing without trust, after all. They had to work together to ruin Ayondale. If they didn't, and started fighting amongst themselves... there was no way of telling how many he would kill in the disorganisation. 

[colour=LimeGreen]"Let's watch Leon summon his Servant, Caster!"[/colour] she chirruped, beckoning Daedalus towards the ever expanding crowd surrounding the summoning circle. Though, she found herself caught towards the back of the group, but quickly made her way through the crowd, allowed through as one of the Masters.

[colour=LimeGreen][i]"Finally... we can all get our just revenge."[/i][/colour] Olympia thought, but caught herself as she did so. Sure, this was something to relish in... they would destroy the man who had destroyed them, but... at what cost? People were going to die, at his hand. They were fugitives after all; they had crossed and stolen from a powerful, and influential, man. Who knows at what lengths he would go to to attain his [i]own[/i] revenge..?

But then the summoning failed. One of their Masters had... failed to summon their Servant..? What did that mean? Was he unworthy? Hadn't Albert and him checked out everyone to see who would fit the bill? But the Grail was sentient, after all... had he been rejected by it? That was impossible... they were the chosen Seven, meant to bring justice down upon and destroy and cruel man, worthy of such punishment. The cause was [i]just[/i]! Everyone else had managed to summon their Servants! 

Olympia turned her head as she heard the cry. Her vision lit up with the release of magic of all kinds, and she could only stand in horror as the spells ripped through the previously still and tranquil air, and then immediately the bodies of whatever students happened unfortunately in their wake. Her paralysis was momentary, however, as what little training her family gave her kicked in.

She twisted to the side and ducked down, dodging a few of the shots that made of the hailstorm of magic that rained down upon the students. As she regained her footing, she took off in a run towards a wall, where her bag was located. From the cover, she looked out across the field, and her eyes widened at what she saw.

The bodies of the people she had considered comrades... stained in blood, ripped apart by magic... she felt sick. But the feeling dissolved into dread as her eyes trailed up to the treeline. The moment she set eyes upon Arieh Avondale... fear filled her very core, shaking her being beyond that of her Origin. She wanted to run. That was her natural instinct, only strengthened as she looked upon his Servant. A Saber class... the reason Leon couldn't summon his own... 

But she couldn't run, could she? Even though she wanted to... she felt compelled to stay, fight, defend her comrades... no. Defend her [i]friends[/i]. 
[colour=LimeGreen]"Caster!"[/colour] she called out, [colour=LimeGreen]"Distract the Servant with the others! We all have to get out of here!"[/colour]

From there, she unzipped her bag, and pulled from it a small slingshot. She fished from the castle wall, which had been bombarded and obliterated almost fully by Magic, a piece of stone, and then drew from her bag a blade; an Engraver - a tool designed to engrave runes into most any surface with minimal damage. With it, she drew three runes: ᚺᛊᚦ; Hagalaz, Sowilo, Thurisaz.

As soon as she had finished, she placed the stone into the sling of the slingshot This was the moment of truth. Olympia took a deep breath, stabilising her pent up anxiety, and stood from her cover. She couldn't tell if the Mages Ayondale had brought could see her, but neither did she care. As soon as she was stood, and ready to fire, she pulled back on the weapon, and launched the piece of stone in their direction.

With it in the air, she ducked back down, and activated her Circuits. She focused, imagining the runes she had engraved igniting into light. In response, the runes did so, accepting her magical energy, and activating. With energy applied, the rock began to pick up speed. But nobody watching would notice that. What they would notice, however, would be the way the piece of material light up in a bright and unstable flame, and how it hurtled towards them at a speed somewhat unnatural of an object fired from a slingshot. A Firestorm Arrow.

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