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

[b]"Oi, don't treat me like an old man; I know how to use a smartphone just fine, dammit! It's the app that's tripping me up!"[/b] Keisuke responded in turn, clicking his tongue as he finally managed to clear his way out of the burning city and come face to face with a giant firing squad of skeletons raining arrows from above.

"...Well. Shit."

Taking a deep breath, the Enforcer grabbed his phone off his shoulder and slipped it into his pocket, putting the device into sleep mode in the process as he began to dash into the fray. Dicing his way through the skeletal horde (or, at the very least, what wasn't being peppered with the occasional stray bullet or arrow), Keisuke slowly began to advance ahead, occasionally rolling to the side or backstepping to dodge whatever projectiles might be flying towards his head. Being hit by one of those... Probably wouldn't be pretty, after all.

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[h3][center]Medea[/center][/h3]
"My dearest feline archer, we are neither in Troy, nor would I ever [i]think[/i] of stepping foot in that accursed place," Medea slipped in between shots, barrel rolling to and fro to try and keep Atalanta from getting a clean shot off on her. "But putting that [i]loathsome[/i] individual aside, I'm quite serious when I say there is a reason why I can't tell you anything. Of course, that [i]may[/i] have something to do with the fact that you and your entourage of ragtag individuals are currently out for my blood... And considering how you spared no time in annihilating my dragon tooth warrior patrols before interrupting that fight earlier,  I'd wager you'd sooner kill me than not. Am I wrong?"

With a bit of a smirk and a small glint in her eye, Medea began to wave her staff in the air before the arrow that Atalanta had shot moments ago his her other arm, which in turn threw the Witch off balance and sent her spiraling off course. Medea gritted her teeth in pain at the attack's impact and, with a rather hasty motion from her other arm, barely managed to stop herself from crashing into the ground. The fall had slowed her speed notably enough for Atalanta to catch up with her within a moment's notice now, but at the same time it had brought her close enough to the port that she could see it from here. Of course, it wasn't as if she would go down without a fight, but at the very least it was easier to fight a defensive battle than an offensive one in this sort of situation.

...Though the inability to use both arms might be an issue...

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[h2][center]Ozymandias[/center][/h2]
The pharaoh's walk through the blazing city was mildly uncomfortable, if anything; luckily, the fact that he was a Servant meant that he wasn't in any danger from regular flames... And the fire didn't seem like anything inherently magical, either, which was also a little more off of Ozymandias' shoulders. Magical flames were [i]far[/i] more of a nuisance and far more likely to leave dead in their wake, which would also mean that his current actions would have been far less effective than they might have been otherwise. As he felt the energy of the sphinxes returning from their trip off to whatever river they had followed the villagers to, the Rider noticed a man whose body was trapped underneath a collapsed home, his life almost fully extinguished. A shame that his first encounter would be one already on the brink of death, but even so...

"...A shame. I cannot give you life, but you have the blessings of the pharaoh. May Ma'at judge your soul fairly on your journey to the underworld," he sighed, shaking his head as he continued on, seemingly unfazed by the incident...

At least before hearing a child's cries from underneath that same rubble. His attention now fully focused on the dying man's body, Ozymandias quickly swung his staff and blew away the debris, creating a gust of wind that blew out some of the flames in the process, before walking over to the man and shifting his body off to the side.

A young child, barely old enough to even walk, lay under the body; though shaken and barely burnt, the child lived. This... This, he could not ignore. Looking around to see if there were any more unfortunate souls that were in easy reach (and disappointed to see there were none), the pharaoh picked up both the dying man's body and his child, the staff in his hands disappearing into this air as he began to carry the both of them out of the wreckage.

"...For sure, your heart shall be judged for saving this soul over yourself. Even I, the great Ozymandias, can understand a parent's love for their child has no bounds."

With a sigh, the Rider began to dash out of the burning city, face steeled in silence as he weaved his way out of the flames and back to the rest of the survivors. Hopefully, there would be some kind soul willing to raise this child as their own.

The first thing that Ozymandias saw when he returned, of course, was the blue Saber blasting away at the flames with some magical source of wind... Or something. If he recalled correctly, it was one of the Servant's Noble Phantasms, but to use it in such a manner felt a bit... Strange, if anything. Well, it seemed to work, and it seemed as if her Master was also working on some magic of her own to quell the flames. He wasn't entirely sure what [i]that[/i] entailed, but it seemed as if the girl had the best of intentions at heart, and thus the pharaoh gave the question no more thought as he handed the two off to the group of survivors not attempting to quench the flames.

"The child is alive; its savior, less so. See to it that both of them are cared for, in their own way," he said, nodding his head before returning back into the burning city. With the sphinxes having now memorized the location of the river, they soon began to dump their water on the nearest burning houses before flying back to retrieve more. The cycle took considerably less time now, and soon enough the houses nearest the entrance, while drenched, were no longer on fire. Those hit by Invisible Air, soo, seemed to have stopped burning (though the flames around them seemed to continue to flicker about).

Upon Estelle's examination of the wound that Medea's dagger had made, she would find a small trace of a mark that was almost barely noticeable at this point in time, and by the time anyone else would look at the wound in further detail, it would be gone entirely. The Servant herself, however, would begin to stir as the mark disappeared, and though the movements were faint at first, it only took a few moments before the woman snapped to full attention. Fully aware that she was not being carried by some unknown being, the Servant quickly attempted to free herself from Nero's bridal carry...

Only to fumble and tumble onto the ground. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before the Servant slowly got up and brushed herself off, weapons now at the ready. Unlike before, though, the woman did [i]not[/i] seem hell-bent on stabbing anyone in the vicinity to death with her knives.

"...Who...? What...?"

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