[center][h1][color=goldenrod]Caster[/color][/h1]
[h3]Urquhart Castle[/h3]
Interactions: Olympia Whitehall [@Vocab]
Mana Remaining: 500/2000
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Caster smiled a little as Olympia nervously confirmed that she was, in fact, his Master in an attempt to mitigate her nerves somewhat. While the idea of being put into a subservient position was cause for a mote of discomfort, his time in Minos's court coming to the forefront of his mind, the demeanour of the girl in front of him felt far from the arrogance of said king. It felt rather more like he was watching his daughter, Icarus, as her curiosity got the better of her and she went around, chasing whatever folly it happened to be at the time. Smiling at the memory, he looked passed Olympia to see the 4 other summoned servants, standing pensively near their Masters but none with any clear indications of an imminent attack. 

While the sight of 5 Heroic Spirits within such a close proximity was a rarity on its own, the apparent ceasefire between all the present Masters was even more so. While alliances and temporary suspensions of hostilities did occur, none had happened before the fighting had even begun... It was clear to see to the Grecian inventor that, aside from the change in location, the circumstances of this particular Grail War were far from ordinary.

[color=goldenrod]"Master, I can't help but notice the... unique circumstances of my summoning, and by extension the summoning of the other servants as well. Now may not be the best time, but I hope for an explanation soon."[/color]

He turned his head as the sixth servant was summoned, taking careful notice of her class as an Assassin and feeling a vague sense of familiarity as he took in her appearance. Her clothes especially gave a vague reminder of styles he had seen within his own life and not just granted to him by the grail, her robes giving a Grecio-roman feel to them, although definitely more so of the later. Her... rather excitable demeanour was surprising, but he wasn't too surprised by the discrepancy between the Assassin he could see and the any-number of potential roman Assassins he was granted knowledge of by the Grail. History had gotten rather... [i]blurred[/i] since his had lived... It remembered his daughter as a boy after all, her energetic personality and boyish look besides the point.

As his Caster called him over to watch the finally summoning, The infamous Saber Class by his reckoning, he walked with the grace that one would expect from a scholar as he followed her through the parting sea of young Magi, unmarked as Masters but present in more of an assisting capacity. He was surprised at the failure of this 'Leon' boy, sensing no inadequacy within the boy's magical talents, but his natural genius soon kicked in as he tried to hypothesise the reason why, very shortly reaching the same conclusion as Albert: Saber had already taken to the stage, at the hand of a Master seemingly independent of the gathered group.

Before he could voice it, however, the sky erupted into light as the cascade of Spells blanketed the area. Flaring his own vast Mana stores, Caster was left unharmed even as the young magi around him were cut down and torn apart. Rage filtered though him as he watched it happen, watched children murdered in cold blood around him, but his focus was broken as Olympia called across the now blood-soaked grounds to deliver an instruction.

He nodded briefly as he moved further away from the hostile Saber servant, a golden-bronze mist coiling around him as his began to channel his Mana into his Noble Phantasm. He stood back, watching as the two pseudo-knight classes made their move and Saber and his Master retaliated. He could feel his Natural Born Genius clash against whatever skill the kingly servant had used, but It was enough to stop the wave of Fear from interfering with his task. Calling forth his Mana reserves, he activated his Noble Phantasm, Axios Architékton.

[i][b]Mana: 500/2000[/b][/i]

All around him, the mist began to coalesce, forming solid shapes of a golden bronze colour. 5 Xiphos swords formed around him in a fan-like formation, glowing softly under his Mana before they span briefly, tips focused towards the ensuing battle. Caster raised his arm, hand limp until his suddenly threw his hand open. In response, the swords shot forward like bronze lightning strikes, two carving into the undead clawing at the Rider's mount and three slamming into lines of Magi hidden among the trees, the D-Rank constructs merciless against the human targets. He would be decimated in a straight fight with Saber, he knew that much as clear as day, be that didn't mean he was just going to sit on the side lines. Rider, Berserker and the two Knight Classes were their best chance against Saber right now, so it was up to Caster to clear away the other threats and make sure they could focus on the strongest servant of the grail war.