[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]
As soon as the first arrow was loosed, Keisuke immediately moved to take cover as he prepared his own weapon. The first shot was ineffectual, of course, but as a Master running out into the fray of battle would have been the worst possible course of action here. Skeletons had no real concept of 'focus' and could only be directed to a fault, so it was easy to lead them astray. Humans, of course, were far trickier to manipulate in that regard.

As soon as Atalanta declared a course of action, Keisuke gave a brisk nod and broke out of cover, forging ahead as his Servant's suppressive fire gave him leeway to follow after Medea. The Caster had, at this point, been calmly strolling forward, flicking her staff to and fro to knock any incoming spears and other such melee weapons aside with magic bullets of her own make.

"Hm... These don't seem to be soldiers native to Crete," she calmly remarked as a large magic sigil formed behind her back and began to glow in all sorts of colors. "Oh, well. Enemies are enemies, after all."

Without much care at all, the Caster pointed her staff forward and rained down a hail of magic upon the soldiers, watching idly as bodies (and parts of bodies) went flying.

"...Not even an attempt to defend or dodge...?" Keisuke mused to himself as he watched the carnage, catching himself as he narrowly dodged a blow from an incoming spearman before returning with a clean decapitation from his own weapon. "It's like their self-preservation instinct has gone completely haywire..."

It wasn't long before the combined assault of the two Servants (and Keisuke, for however much he had contributed) had wiped out the incoming enemies, which gave the group a moment of reprieve to catch their breath. Medea, of course, did not stand by for long.

"Let's keep moving ahead. If this is the warm welcome we recieved, then I can only imagine what could be occurring near our destination."

Without a moment to waste, Medea floated in the air before flying off in the direction of the labyrinth. With a sigh, Keisuke cracked his neck before running off in pursuit.

It wasn't long before the group had reached the entrance to the labyrinth, and the sight that would meet the group was almost baffling: a large group of soldiers, all dressed identically to the ones that had attacked them just a while earlier, were filing into the maze. The faint sounds of fighting could be heard even here, all the way through the walls, which caused Medea to pause and frown.

"I don't know how many of them there are in there, and though I don't doubt our ability to wipe them out, I would rather not accidentally anger the Minotaur within. Can I ask you two to enter and make contact instead? If he is in the same state as Medusa was when you met us, do not attempt to engage in combat. I'll need some time to set up a barrier here in case that worst-case scenario occurs, but otherwise try to convince him to join you," she said, holding out her staff as a spool of thread slowly formed in front of Keisuke. "Move quickly, now; I need to begin my own preparations, too."

Glancing between the soldiers and Medea, Keisuke nodded his head and calmly took the spool in hand before turning to Atalanta before nodding. Words, after all, weren't necessary for something like this.

With a dash, the Enforcer leaped forward, his katana's blade cleanly reflecting the light of the sun as he lopped through the soldiers, one after another.

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[center][h2]Ozymandias[/h2][/center]
"Statues... Yes, I cannot think of them as anything but statues," Medusa said walking inland as she turned her head around to face the other Servants. "But they may not be. I cannot remember anything about them at the moment, but my sisters likely remain within the midst of the island. Let us go."

With a somewhat irate look on his face, Ozymandias quietly followed close behind the other Rider, hoping that she would stop talking in ambiguities; the sooner, the better.

It wasn't long before the sound of combat became audible in the distance, which caused both Riders to quicken their pace to see the root cause. The scene in question, of course, was a young girl firing arrows at an array of stone soldiers, and, surprisingly enough, someone that seemed to be an identical twin of hers. Immediately, Medusa's body tensed up, and the Servant firmly gripped her dual weapons as she stepped forward.

"What is going on here?!" she asked, causing the former to freeze and lose focus for a moment as she turned to face Medusa.

"M-Medusa?! You're safe?!" the Archer asked before a ball of magic struck her shoulder and caused her to go flying.

"Euryale!"

In an instant, Medusa dashed forward towards the Archer, only to find that a bunch of stone soldiers had slowly moved into position to block her path.

"Move."

Without an inch of hesitation, the Rider threw herself forward, the rattling chains attached to her knives swinging around as she broke through in an attempt to make it to Euryale.

Ozymandias, watching as this entire scene unfolded in front of him, turned to stare at the other Servant--Stheno, or so he preseumed--and calmly aimed his staff at her. The goal was to rescue, but as before, disarming a Servant was far more difficult than killing one.

As this was all occurring, the old man on the ship simply shrugged his shoulders towards Meran, shaking his head as he did so.

"What can I say? The gods themselves have blessed this old beauty, and I'm very thankful for that, you know," he said, letting out a laugh as he calmly took a seat. "With that look on your face, little miss, you probably have a few more questions for me... Don't you?"

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