[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]
"I mean, I never said you had to cook too," Keisuke responded to Tamamo's comment, attempting to make use of what little he knew about Western cooking techniques in order to try and reduce the red wine in a separate pan. The sound of the sizzling sea serpent steak against the sea waves battering against the ship gave the Enforcer an odd mental image of a seaside barbecue, though obviously the current scenario was far more serious than something like that. But regardless of how silly the scene seemed, he still had to follow through on his initial plan. Given how the other two Archers seemed more content with waiting around, the Enforcer figured that Tamamo would likely attempt to cook on her o-

"...Ah, you're a little close," Keisuke commented as the leonine Archer sidled up to him to try and get first crack at the food. "But, well... I guess you mean the other Argonauts, right? If we've met Medea and we're in Trojan War-era Greece, I wouldn't say that meeting them isn't completely out of the question. At the same time, though... Given current trends, I'm not sure if I want to."

With that said, Keisuke warily nodded and took the katana that Nobunaga was offering to him, holding himself back from commenting on how a Servant whose strengths revolved around removing Mystery wanted to be secretive. There was a fair bit of irony there, but he would let it slide.

For now.

As Keisuke continued to cook the meat, Medea finally made her way out from the ship's lower level, the now-complete propeller (and some other miscellaneous modifications) floating above her head. With a simple sidelong glance at Atalanta's distance from Keisuke, the Caster let out a deep sigh and, deciding it was better not to add any more fuel to that fire, simply walked over to the back of the boat and began to attach everything where it needed to go.

The installation of the equipment didn't take long, and as by that time the steak had already seemed to be cooked, Keisuke took the meat off the makeshift cooking fire and placed it on a separate dish. With a wary glance at the katana (and remembering, of course, what katanas were used for), the Enforcer opted to put it off to the side and running off to grab plates and an actual cooking knife from the storage (as well as some sort of utensils for eating). A minute later, and he returned with exactly that in hand. By his logic, if the meat cooked in the same amount of time that it would take normal fish to cook and the scales were the only thing really protecting it, then its meat could very well have been as easy to cut with a normal blade as it might have with a supernaturally sharp one.

Drizzling the wine-and-soy-sauce mixture on top of the fish and tossing a few more spices on the meat, Keisuke spun the knife in his hand around as he attempted to cut it.

Clean. Good. So it [i]did[/i] have culinary potential.

"...Y'know, I'm questioning why I did all this right now, but I guess good food is the spice of life... Or something," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he cut up the seared sea serpent and placed some on each plate. "Well... Here's to trying something new."

With a nod of his head, Keisuke brought the meat to his mouth and, with a stoic expression on his face, took a single bite.

"..."

"Hey, this isn't half bad."

It didn't take long after that comment for Medea to notify the group that the modifications were in order, and soon after the ship began to move at a breakneck pace far outmatching its earlier speed. Luckily, nothing or no one was actually blown off thanks to Medea's magic, but the rapidly shifting scenery and the wake left behind the ship was certainly a testament to its newfound speed.

A few hours later, and the ship was left to dock at its destination, a definite amount of time earlier than expected.

"We've arrived. Our first order of business is to examine the Labyrinth," Medea said, lowering the bridge to let the group disembark safely. "of course, I myself am not sure of whether or not we'll be met with—"

Before she could finish that sentence, though, a singular arrow whizzed by her head and harmlessly bounced off the exterior of the ship; soon after, a group of solders seemed to march up and point their weapons at the Servants.

"...Resistance."
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[h2][center]Ozymandias[/center][/h2]
Just as he braced himself for impact, Ozymandias watched as the beast's maw was clamped shut by Arturia in the midst of its attack, causing the energy that was about to be let loose at him to instead run amok inside of itself. It only took a few moments before the creature's head was unable to take the resulting pressure from within, causing it to pop like a gore-filled balloon. The shower of gore was almost comical, but Ozymandias, deciding he would take no part in this, took another step back and fired a barrage of lasers downwards in fron of himself to prevent any of that mess from reaching him.

Not long after the headless creature's limb body fell to the ground, the golden theater surrounding the group seemed to dissipate back into nothingness. The clear skies above-head and calm waters made it feel as if there was nothing wrong to begin with. The giant corpse in the middle of the sea that was releasing gallons of blood into the water, however, was a different story entirely.

"Well done, you two," Ozymandias stated, nodding his head before noticing that Arturia was now drenched from head to toe in the blood, bone fragments, and scattered brain matter of the deceased monster. A frown crossed his face and his displeasure was made quite clear as the pirate captain took back the wheel and turned the vessel away from the corpse and back on towards their target.

A few hours later, just as the other group made landfall, so did this one. Medusa, of course, was the first to disembark, but the sight of two nearly formed rows of stone soldiers that stood at with their weapons ready yet utterly unmoving caused her to grimace.

"...I don't like the feeling I'm getting from these..." she muttered to herself as the other Rider followed suit, his eyes trained on the stone soldiers as he walked off the boat.

"Hm. odd. Their faces show no trace of emotion, almost as if they were statues here. Is that what they are, Medusa?"

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