[center][h1]Archer
Church[/h1][/center]


The rush of winds seemed a cruel and teasing crowd of ghastly voices as they left behind the church. The eyes of Archer eyed the two human figures that shrunk as though they were becoming ants as he moved with his master in hand. Their enemies, both. After all, after this night it would be foolish to consider the overseer as a completely neutral party. Even if on paper if she were to return and reinstate her authority as a third-party there would be biases that could slip in. Archer pondered whether he should fire, whether he should draw out the enemy servant with an attack. No matter how blessed or strong an opposing master might be to forgo the protection of their own servant when under the attack of an Archer would be the height of hubris, a response that he should never be the case. Yet there was a class whose logic was either abnormal or completely lacking in the first place, Berserker. A Berserker may ignore the command of their master, chasing only to slay Archer. 

Against one of the other knights or Berserker, Archer wasn't sure how well he would be able to fight, fending off a foe and defending his master. They would no doubt fight soon, the battle would begin. If that was the case then being on the offensive, attacking and attacking so he didn't have to defend was best.

One of the Sabers was on the way but their arrival would only come after enough time for a battle between servants to start and conclude has passed. His master had given him permission to strike if it seemed worth it... but.

Arrow and bow in hand, but not yet drawn and taken tangible shape with intent due to his own deliberation he pondered. Should he wait, or strike?