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

The sudden barrage of lasers raining down from above was enough of a reason for the Enforcer to take a few cautionary steps back, barely avoiding getting tagged by one of the lasers himself. Though he could curse Nobunaga's relative lack of aim later, the fact that he would have to try and rush through a bombardment to try and catch up to Medea was more than enough reason to decide to not do so. Instead of doing something so suicidal, Keisuke decided to simply back off, pulling out the phone that was now furiously buzzing from his pocket to see what the issue was. Luckily, most of the skeleton soldiers in his immediate vicinity were being evaporated by the Servant flying overhead, but this was still a battlefield, and that meant giving at least some respect to the stray projectile that might shave off a few hairs... Or worse.

With a quick glance over the device, Keisuke sighed and slipped it back into his pocket. He had to admit that this whole scenario was something of a mess at the moment, but getting the Servants to not kill Medea? That might be... A bit more difficult than it was on paper. Even so, there was no reason for him to not try anyways.

[i]"Message from the city: don't kill Medea. Disarm and disable is the ideal scenario."[/i]

With that message sent, all that he could do now was sit back and wait to see if the outcome of the duel would end in their favor or not.

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[h3][center]Medea[/center][/h3]
"I care considerably less about them, but resources are resources," the Caster quipped before being tackled straight onto the ground after losing her altitude. The Servant felt her back digging into the ground as Atalanta kept her arms locked firmly to the ground. With her staff tumbling out of her grip as the two screeched to a halt, Medea barely turned her head to the side before letting out a sigh of defeat.

Just a few more seconds and she would have been able to make it out. What a shame.

"Hmph. That pride of yours still hasn't waned, I see. Fine, fine. I concede. I'll tell you what you wish, though it might have been more productive for you to see for yourself. But first, a question: did you not think it strange that I was provoking you? That only the city was in flames, and no more?"

Before Atalanta could respond in turn, Medea continued on, shaking her head as if in disappointment.

"Actually, maybe this question would serve you better. Did you know that the Gods have been unable to tamper with this era, bound by some force beyond their control? The heroes they wished to bend to their will now move for another... And though I loathe any mention of those so-called 'heroes', I cannot stand the thought of someone else playing with lives, both mortal and not, for their own benefit. It is for that sake that I act—far less ruthless than I might otherwise, but that is irrelevant for the moment. Well, what of you, dearest Atalanta? Though you claim to have been able to kill me at any time that you wanted, you have not done so, even though you constantly refer to me as a traitor even now. Even so, your eyes are unclouded, full of mistrust they may be—do you choose to follow and see what I refer to, or will you strike me down here and now?"

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[h2][center]Ozymandias[/center][/h2]
Before returning back into the burning city once more, the pharaoh paused to watch as the formerly-incapacitated Servant rolled out of Nero's arms and onto the ground below, causing him to cautiously raise his staff...

Only to lower it once he saw that the Servant was not in any particularly aggressive mood as she had been moments earlier. This was strange, of course, but even he was not apt to take a blessing for granted, and thus decided to stand by and watch the spectacle unfold just in case.

The blindfolded Servant, on the other hand, seemed to stare at Nero (or would be, if her blindfold wasn't blocking her eyesight) in confusion for a moment before shaking her head and letting her arms relax at her side.

"I... Do not know what you speak of. My mind is as much a blur as far as I can remember, save for..."

As those last words slipped out of her mouth, the Servant's body immediately tensed up and she turned towards the west, a noticeable frown and creased brow as any clear for all to see.

"My sisters! I have to get back to them now!" she began to say before beginning to dash off. As before, though, without full control over her ability to move, she simply fell over again onto the ground.

Ozymandias simply stood by and watched the farce for only a few seconds more before stepping forward to give his own input.

"I shall leave these sphinxes behind to aid in extinguishing these flames if we decide to go see what this Servant means. Though that in turn begs the question... You. What is your true name? We have had statements in passing, but no more; I wish to hear it straight from the source, so to speak. The pharaoh commands it: state thy name."

At that, the female Servant flinched and, with a bit of hesitation, began to speak.

"...Rider, Medusa. I care not what you do with me after, but for now, my sisters—!"

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