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Brauer of the Thule Society
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"...We'll meet up with the Finn and her pet cat."

The answer he came to was the result of a deliberation that had begun ever since he felt the presence of another master. To simply abandon this point so soon after they had made such a transgression and risk to attain it was maddening. The burning sensation seemed to spread beyond the limits of his mind and sear at his sides. Brauer was tense, body tightening up and heart pounding in loud thuds in anger and shame. 

To run away like this was admitting fear of the enemy. To run away like this was to show a presumed lack of confidence in their ability to contest the area against an enemy.

But he had already called for aid. If they fought now then it was unlikely for their ally to arrive in a time-table that was relevant to turning the tide between a battle of servants. The act of pulling them away from Shinto would be for naught, pointless, just as pointless as their attempt to take the church and subsequent withdrawal. To die and lose a master and servant was the greatest failure of all, all the more so if he disrupted their plans and still fell.

"We're leaving. Take us out, Archer."

They would return, and even if it were to trade hands again and again he would make sure that it would end as their stronghold by the end.

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There was no sighting of the master, none that they could note, nor was there an approach to the church, no challenge offered. There was not a single presence that could be seen or felt by Archer. Were they too waiting? plunged into a hidden face-off, waiting for the other to make their move? Archer could not initiate the fight without a target. Nor could he easily fend off an assault that dives toward them. With the weight of a master in this situation he could not fight a powerful servant that held no such restraints. To fight another servant was one thing, to fight while keeping his master away from the foe was another.

The enemy likely knew of their presence to some degree due to their escape from the Church. It was naive, foolish to assume that the enemy was not watching the place at this point. 

Would they give chase? If so there was still the weight of his master, but they would have a direction to move towards, an ally that comes closer by each second, separated by a distance that diminished every single time Archer made his way forward. It would still be risky but such a situation would much more easily be turned about by the arrival of one of the Edelfelts and Sabers.

"Very well, master." Archer acknowledged and accepted the command of his master before leaving the grounds of the church, Brauer in tow.