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[h2][b]The Church[/b][/h2][h3]Sunday, August 27th, 1939[/h3][/center]

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Stheno doesn't give the ex-Overseer a second thought as she leaves the scene, her mental conversation with her Master continuing uninterrupted throughout aside from the visual charade on display from him in order to not show the awareness of her presence. It wasn't an odd thing for her really. All of her life, it had been men who entertained her with their actions. Considering the place she found herself in now, it was only natural for her to expect him to be a source of such things as well. Praising her was simply a given, Stheno being unphased by any and all compliments, but she still found an endearing side to the modern idea of chivalry compared to her own.

[i]'Very well, Stheno accepts your gratitude.'[/i] She left the matter at that, as she disliked being a 'second thought', and it was a matter of fact that the boy had his mind and eyes on something other than herself. Namely, the objective. [i]'If I need to retreat, then I fully expect a victory from your hands at a later time. As you have faith in me, I will have faith in you, Partner. Fufu...'[/i]

How it did annoy her to be out of sight, every bit of energy spent on a light endearing laughter or smile being yet another waste. With those words, she departed from the scene, leaving it but a momentary blur before her eyes captured the route up ahead. The speed of a Servant was formidable, moving across impossible distances in but seconds. Just like her Master had said, she could already sense the presence of another Servant. It didn't deter her, after all, she would have to face one eventually. Perhaps it was because of her own personal inexperience with battle, having served only as an observer to many without any act of participation. Despite what the reason may be, she didn't leave any hesitation for her mind as she came closer to the Church. 

The path she had taken towards it was mostly straight, but once she could see the holy grounds, even she exercised a sense of caution. Compared to other Servants, she wasn't nearly as hardy, and more prone to many types of risks. At the very least, she didn't have Caster to worry about, so whatever was set up wouldn't be a direct cause of loss. Sensory fields and such were uneffective to the Goddess who might as well have been non-existant for all that the perception on these humans boasted. 

She was quick to notice the decay around the area, a lifeless mess that had been broken down to the tiniest of coal-based fragments as if the many years needed for their bodies to degrade had been accelerated to but seconds of the consious mind. A grotesque thing indeed, but she found it difficult to be disgusted over such actions. After all, 'bugs' taking the lives of other bugs to sustain themselves was the proper order of things. 

A brief period was dedicated to simply looking at it from different angles, circling the Church without the worry of being noticed herself. After that, she was to focus her attention on any sign of 'life' whether Servant or Human. If it was the latter, then she may be able to score an early victory in this battle. 

She came to an immediate stop. Ah, what a mistake! Anything that materialized within the premises was subject to her gaze, and the 'weapon' was no different. The mental link with her Master transferred the single line. [i]'Archer is on the grounds.'[/i]