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~ [i]Sickening Realisation[/i] ~
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Olympia crouched behind the crumbling castle wall and quickly stuffed her slingshot back into it. Waiting for the sound of the explosion, she gathered up some pieces of rubble and stashed them away too, as future ammo for her Elemental Arrows.

All she hoped for was that the Mages would be distracted deflecting the projectile, or maybe even it would disperse some of them and catch Ayondale off balance. It was a longshot... the man was ten times - nay, a hundred times - the Mage that Oly was... it'd be a miracle to even make him break a sweat, or blink.

She glanced over to Daedalus, Berserker, and Rider, as they begun their assault on her former Professor. They were powerful, much more powerful than she had ever imagined. It was a wonder to no one that they were worthy of the title Heroic Spirit. Caster was probably pretty confused as to why all the Servants had been summoned at once... she'd just have to explain later; there wasn't any time at the present.

From the tree line, she saw the burst of light, felt the wave of heat, and heard the detonation of her Firestorm Arrow, and peaked over the ridge to survey the aftermath. If she had gotten it right, some of their forces should have been scattered, at the very least.

What she laid her eyes upon, instead, made her sick to her stomach. A small crater sat where the piece of rubble had landed. The area around it was scorched, and the heat had begun to crisp some of the leaves on nearby trees. Her gaze scanned flicked across Ayondale's smiling face, but quickly flicked back to what she had first and only zeroed in on.

The charred, bloodied corpses of the two Magi she had killed, missing limbs, and lifeless. The moment she saw them her body froze, stuck in a paralytic mix of fear and shock intertwined like a cocktail. Her heart stopped, and she fell backwards onto her knees, wide eyed, mouth agape, trembling and utterly, deathly silent.

The thought crossed Olympia's mind once again. She had... she had just killed two people, two real humans, without thinking. It wasn't in cold blood, it wasn't unwarranted. They had killed her comrades. She had friends from Ayondale's classes in the group... people she had personally convinced and recommend to join the fight. People who she had gotten killed... 

The moment that thought struck her she doubled over, clutching her stomach with both hands as she bent forth and threw up. She hadn't eaten much at all in the recent hours, just drank, and so what spewed forth was warm, foul tasting liquid that spewed from her mouth and dripped from her lips, accompanied by the sound of retching that made the girls head go numb.

She looked up just in time to see the corpses of the students rise from the dead. Her eyes locked onto someone she knew to be her friend... they clambered to their feet, coated in dirt and blood, partially encased in a fungus of mud that hardened into bone under the Professors abhorrent magic. Olympia had always despised Necromancy, but this... the sight made her reel forward again, and cough up more of her remaining stomach contents onto the floor.

With a cough, the girl glanced to the side, and caught side of another girl, running towards a wall within running distance. That was Morgana... the blind girl of the group. Olympia choked slightly, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. The vomiting hadn't given her time to cry. From her bag she fished out a fresh tshirt, and wiped her mouth with it. She couldn't... let herself become weak now... they could mourn later.

She watched as one of the other Master's grabbed her and pulled her along, and prepared to run after them. She couldn't remember who exactly it was, but if memory served her correctly, he was the Master of Archer. Quickly, she slung her bag around her shoulder, glanced behind herself at the Saber Servant, and took off in a sprint across the field towards the two.

[colour=LimeGreen][i]"Caster..."[/i][/colour] she thought, directing the message to her Servant, [colour=LimeGreen][i]"I'm helping one of the other Master's out of here. I'll explain everything later, just do what you can and get out as soon as you can."[/i][/colour]

Olympia ran up beside James, and turned back to look at the carnage they had left in their wake. The bodies, the zombies, the Servants, the devastation... it was all too much. She hesitated to say something, and instead turned her head and ran past him, towards Morgana, hoping to guide her towards Sonja as best she could.

Beside her, she took hold of her hand, ignoring any issues the girl might have had with it.
[colour=LimeGreen]"Morgana? I-it's Oly."[/colour] she said, clasping the girl's hand tightly, [colour=LimeGreen]"J-just follow me, okay? I'll help you out of here."[/colour] though Morgana couldn't see it, you could almost hear the smile in her voice, however strained. She wanted to curl up and cry in a ball, but this wasn't the time nor place.

Comrade in hand, she took off in a run, making sure to keep at a pace Morgana could keep up with as to not trip her up, and guided her, to the best of her abilities, to their other compatriot, to make their escape. All she hoped was that the others would be alright...

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[hider=Note for Charak]
I didn't wanna God mode Morgana and just have Oly take her to Sonja, so if that's what you plan to do for your next post, just write Oly guiding her there ^^[/hider]