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The sound of Nero's wounded pride, it seemed, was something between a growl and a squeak as her course was corrected--entirely unnecessarily, she felt; there was no need to take the conservative line that the Rider was pushing for. The ship would be able to take the stresses, she was certain of it! There was only a [i]small[/i] chance of being sucked into the icy depths and if they could stay afloat for a few seconds, the other Saber could come along for everyone to pile on top of.

Though maybe that would be a bit hard to manage. Fortunately, the Legatus had come running back, so if they did fall in, nobody would stay in the water for long.

Of course, with her arrival came warnings of a beast beneath them, in the water where their lack of arrows, harpoons, magical spells, or nautical beasts of their own would leave them completely unequipped to fight it off and avoid getting devoured. "I would have preferred to save this sight for something more impressive, but circumstances have forced my hand."

The passing breeze carried with it a scent of rose petals for only a second--and then the world was shifted. Gone was the sea, the ship that they had sailed upon. Only the Servants stood upon the stage in the immense theatre as petals fluttered in the air. Out in the seats sat the baffled pirates, the old man, and even their Master and the magus. Opposite them was what could only be described as a whale... thing.

A bit too large to effectively take out with but a sword, all things considered, at least with the style that such august surroundings demanded.

"Umu! Praefectus, Legatus, now that you have been brought to my stage, show me what you can do!"