“Can it truly be said to be a fair war if the locals have access by default to more leylines? With the second owner owning a leyline, and another taken by the Church that is already half already spoken for. All the rest left to squabble for a park and the temple that watches over the town. Indeed, it seems hardly neutral then for the church representative to hoard one of the leylines to herself, especially if you consider you likely hold no use for it. There is no need for things to become fair through violence."

Brauer offered a smile, faced towards the woman, even as his eyes darted over, taking measure of the dimensions of the church interior. It was clear that he already considered it his to use, that he would not back down. In his eyes he was simply claiming what he should take, without any doubt in his belief that he would attain it. 

The German Alchemist extended a hand, clad in silk. His palm stretched out, revealing a Swastika in his palm. “Come, please, take my hand.” -Agree to his request and demands, take in hand fortune. A blessing and a threat in one, a bold insinuation without words. Brauer leaned forward slightly with his palm, eyes focusing in on Arianna Lombardi totally for this moment, with the weight of his intent flowing forward through his hand. 

Brauer suddenly paused. The burn of the command seal suddenly struck Brauer who turned away, even as he continued to hold his hand with its offer. He considered the situation, trying to ignore the slight shake of nervousness the notion of an enemy making their appearance planted in his stomach. As one who was hardly a combatant the idea of already encountering a hostile party was worrying, yet to be a magus was to hold a composure and do justice to one’s lineage and abilities. To panic would be a foolish and insulting thing. 

Honestly, why was he even here? Ah this was indeed the worst. This sort of thing was a task the Chancellor’s hound was much more suited to this sort of scheme that seemed more like a gang’s shakedown. He was confident in his ability to accomplish the task but... A slight crack in his bearing seemed to form.

‘Archer.’ He addressed his servant, clear and commanding despite the doubt that gnawed at him. The being was his familiar, his weapon in this war. Whether or not they were heroes it did not change their place and purpose. They answered the summoning to be a weapon, to be the blades of magi who spent their days studying and pursuing their projects rather than honing their skills as killers. They would be strong so the magus didn’t have to be. But he admittedly felt exposed, even with a servant whose radiance was as clear to even a bumpkin by his side. The woman who stood before her was of the church and another master was near. Where a master was the servant was surely there. He gave orders to his servant to be prepared for the approach of an enemy servant all the while listening to her surrender.

When his offer was taken he could only nod along to her condemnation. "Murder, perhaps. There are a many who would call it that. I am a magus first and foremost. The actions of the Nazis are something I frankly have no real opinion on. But there are things good, dreams at the end of this road. Call them an extermination, call them a cleaning up. If that is the price, then I do not see it as too terrible. Either way, I would not mind giving you a moment to pack and collect yourself.”

To be honest he’d rather she stayed, ironic with how he set off to oust her. For he most certainly felt a bit unsafe with the enemy lurking by. 

The moment she left Brauer contacted the other representatives of the Nazis within Fuyuki, telling them of his success, and of the presence of another master. He considered a battle likely, or at least the need to make the enemy back off from their holding. In particular note was a request to a Frederica Edelfelt for help to secure and consolidate the most important of their holdings.

Well. There was hardly merit to hiding like a rat. Deciding to entrust in the swift arrival of his allies, and his servant. Brauer dropped down onto one of the pews, as though replacing the woman as the one who watched over the church.