[@Breo][@Over Illusion][@Yukitamas] [h2][center][b]Emmerich Lisztmayer-Anschütz von Sabern, [i]Master of Rider[/i] Nearby the Tohsaka Manor The 27th of August, 1939[/b][/center][/h2] [hr] Although his demand for identification papers was due to the restlessness of the moment, Emmerich did not regret that his mind defaulted to that instead of something more embarrassing. The sole consolation for this awkwardness was that his conversational partner didn't seem the least amount refined at all. The officer could not bear responding to someone so blatant and shoddy in their speech - The only reaction that the lost tourist got from him was a nigh audible cringe. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Mein Gott... So [u]unvölkisch[/u]...[/i][/b]"[/color], he uttered as if this was the greatest sin he could imagine. Emmerich's repulsion did not last long, the officer regained his soldierly posture right after the introduction. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Guten Abend, Herr Anton. I apologize for my brashness, we've unfortunately met at a bad time. We're about to dispose of spirits nearb- ...?[/i][/b]"[/color] The politeness quickly sunk away as Antony revealed his true, murderous self. Brows furrowed underneath the helmet - Soon the officer found himself entangled between a zealot and a pagan. As Tony's presence oppressed his own and Rider kept on butting horns with the murderous uncle, Emmerich sunk in thought as to what he could make out of this situation. The hailstorm of boasts and taunts and groans sent the officer spiraling down a momentary madness as waves crashed above his head. It did not take long for him to finally snap after constantly taking mental notes about their enemy's identity. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Nnngh...[/i][/b]"[/color] [h1][center][color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i][u]MIST[/u]! HALTE DEN MUND - Ihr beide![/i][/b]"[/color][/center][/h1] The scream of annoyance shot through the street with such force that it pierced both the Agent's murderous presence and his Servant's aura of might. Exhaling through his nose like an enraged bull, the facemask hid a grimace of displeasure. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]As a faithful Catholic, it pains me to cross swords with a brother. However, your mind is as blank of rationale right now as a barrel after being scraped of scum, that much is apparent - Your bloodlust is unfashionable, Herr Anton. I have no ill will towards you and ... I take responsibility for the happenings at the church on the hill. I have explicitly told my subordinate to cooperate with the Overseer, not to evict the nun. Unfortunately, his zealotry has led him to do as he did.[/i][/b]"[/color], he explained in a collected manner. As his submachine gun lowered, one hand reached over for the trio of grenades that clung from his webbing. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]You will find that I am also not suicidal. I commend your powers, but I have no intention to throw myself onto a drawn sword.[/i][/b]"[/color] The officer's weapon hung from his shoulder, allowing him to prime the potato masher that he held so frivolously. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]If a divine fight against evil is your wish, I suggest you turn your attention towards the occupants of yonder manor, Herr Anton.[/i][/b]"[/color] With that, the grenade swiftly hissed alive but refused to explode. Instead, thick white smoke rushed from its orifices rapidly as the officer held the device. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]If you wish to still fight us then so be it - Rider, you may entertain him.[/i][/b]"[/color] Impenetrable smoke of concealment soon flooded the street as Emmerich made his departure, although for the inhumane creatures this may be nothing more than a setting of mood for the battle that is coming. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]You are under strict orders to stay alive. You have no permission to die.[/i][/b]"[/color], came the rigid order from the smoke. [h3][center]⁂[/center][/h3] A short rush and furious tinkering later, at a street a couple corners away, Emmerich was already on his knees by the trunk of his vehicle. With his helmet hooked onto the side of the car, the officer clutched the headset against his ear as he coolly recited the very recent events. Although the signs of stress remained quiet noticeable in his demeanor, the veteran magus contained his anger that was readily welling up inside his lanky body. To run away from a battle so shamefully - Yet with no alternative option, he had to. This was the only thing the officer found some soothing solace in, as his uneasiness already took hold of him. Emmerich longed to fight beside his legendary ally, not to cover in a hole out of fear for his life. [center][color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Batallion, hier Zugführer - Batallion, hier Zugführer. Feind gesichtet. Ich wiederhole: Feind gesichtet! Wir brauchen sofort Verstärkung. Zugführer an Bataillon.[/i][/b]"[/color][/center] However, this anger would not be contained any longer. As soon as his contact to the flotilla was severed, annoyed groans and furious grunts escaped him. The angry engineer quickly tuned the field radio to the frequency of the one device stationed at Bauer Herstelle's new workshop. The moment his connection to the Church was established, flames lashed for from the officer's mouth. [h3][center][color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]KIRCHE, KIRCHE - SCHLAGT ALARM! SCHLAGT ALARM! BAUER, YOU MONUMENTAL MORON! YOU SICCED THE BURIAL AGENCY ON US! I REPEAT - NUMBER FOUR BURIAL AGENT ON SITE! SEND THE SERVANTS, THE FAMILIARS, THE MASTERS! TO HELL WITH IT, SEND EVERYTHING, EVEN THE ██████! WE CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER, SERVANT RIDER IS IN IMMEDIATE PERIL! BAUER, COME IN! COME IN, DAMN YOU! MOBILIZE TO THE TOHSAKA SECTOR - NOW![/i][/b]"[/color][/center][/h3] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wiD2ByQ.png[/img][/center]