[center][color=violet][h1]Morgana Ironholdt[/h1][/color][/center]
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[b][color=Violet]Magical energy:[/color][/b] 340 out of 340.[/quote]

Morgana waited for a few short moments before she heard a voice, one that was to be expected. She was 99% sure it was a nobleman purely from his mannerisms but she'd have to inform him of something off that bat in order to prevent it from becoming and issue during future discussions. "Cut the smooth talk. I am the one to be your master to put it bluntly for you. A short little tidbit, I am completely blind so if your completely wretch and ugly or somehow passable I honestly don't know, so me and you are going to have a heart to heart later in order to get to know each other in a manner I can comprehend. Comprehend that?"

Morgana sighed to herself now that important tidbit was out of the way all she had to do was wait as she heard the others begin their chants. She however was standing close to her own servants. Everything seemed to be going [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/7/7f/Tzeentch_Architect_of_Fate_by_baklaher.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150321052756]just as planned[/url]. Soon they would have their revenge against the man that had wronged them so. Using the very thing he have had used. Pure poetic justice. Now that revenge filled thinking was what was making her face contort into a rather sly smile.

So why was it that she felt uneasy? Perhaps it was the paranoia for the fact that they had just made themselves targets or maybe it was the fact that one of them could easily turn on everyone else in order to get a grail wish if they thought even for a moment that it was a conceivable thing to do which is probably why her hand was shaking. There was a problem with the Saber summoning. Morgana had realised what it was extremely fast as she ducked behind her servant.

[i]Then the world was suddenly turned to nothing but a hell.[/i]

She could hear the cracking of spells and the screams of students as she stayed behind her servant. "Lancer!" She declared as she got up her ears picking up on the strategy of the other people in their little group. "Lancer, stick with Berserker and Rider. Hold the line..." She said as she began running blindly towards the general sound of the voices, reinforcing her legs so that they didn't hurt from how much she was pounding them against the ground in order to flee. Trying to get as far away as possible. She didn't want to use her eyes if she was trying to escape from people.

[color=Violet]Magical energy:[/color]340[color=yellow]-->[/color]338

"Sonja? Albert? Someone! Tell me where the hell we are going!" She said in a fit of desperation as she ran in almost stumbling as she almost ran into a wall. She was still a completely blind individual. Someone would need to help her find an exit, otherwise she'd have to take the most destructive option of making one. She knew her Servant would be smart enough to flee if it got too insane...