[center][h3][color=ffffff][s]     [/s] Atalanta [s]     [/s][/color][/h3][/center]"Tsc," Atalanta clicked her tongue just as the other Archer spoke. "That is an awfully bad attitude. You cannot blame Keisuke for treating you equally to the rest of us. If nothing else, a true Heroic Spirit would be flattered to have their name recognized and spoken," the leonine Archer lectured her peer, seeping the typical pride of a Heroic Spirit from the Age of the Gods.

The discussion about the worthy of Hero's name had to wait though. Soon enough, they were attacked by a Sea Serpent. They had to take it down while Medea kept the ship on course with her wind magic. Nobunaga opened fire first, the thunderous roaring of her rifles, was enough to bring a frown out of Atalanta, who could never understand why mankind abandoned the gracious bounty of Apolo and Artemis and surrendered themselves to such loud and dirty weapons like firearms. That said, she didn't have the time for such musings at the moment.

With a quick swipe of her hand, Atalanta summoned her goddess' bow, nocking a pair of arrows to it. She didn't have time for a full draw, so a killing shot wasn't likely to happen. With that in mind, Atalanta positioned her bow in the horizontal and shot, aiming for the beast's eyes. They didn't necessarily have to kill it. Just compelling the beast to run would be fair enough.

After her first shot, Atalanta turned to Medea and asked, "Did you not say that the Gods cannot exert their influence upon the world? Why is it that one of Poseidon's beasts attacked us as soon as we left the port?" Atalanta didn't want to sound like she was doubting Medea again —there was no point in that— but this situation smelled fishy; Atalanta didn't even need to have a lion's nose to notice that.