“Scandinavia? Isn't that place full of berserkers and dragon slayer heroes?” Elizabeth quipped as soon as she knew about the destination of their first tour throughout history. She wondered why they had to begin by such an uncultured land, even though the idea of going there to rid the world of the curse known as death metal amused Lancer. Perhaps, if she put a good enough show--not that she ever put bread shows, of course-- that wish could come true?

Regardless of her delusions, Elizabeth stepped through the portal, right after the others.

Her first reaction upon seeing the dreary landscape of the North was to sigh. “I knew that this kind of lighting wouldn't fit my cutesy idol motif,” Elizabeth said as she slapped a zombie with her tail, flinging its half-rotten head to God-knows-where. “I'm sorry but I don't remember booking a handshaking event,” she added as more undead rose from their snowy grave to take the place of the one she just eliminated.

A quick swing of her spear sent all of them flying harder than the minds of Elizabeth's fans after listening to her greatest hits.

After Elizabeth cleared the area adjacent to her point of arrival, she sprouted her wings and took to the skies in order to rejoin with Puppy and the other Servants faster. It seemed like Archer found a pair of suspicious individuals locked in a battle to the death. The group was still deciding what to do regarding them but, if the situation was left to run its natural course, it was more than clear that the male was going to bite the dust. “Would you like for me to get attention?” Elizabeth asked the others as she observed the fight between the couple continued. If she didn't know better, Lancer would think that this was some kind of lovers’ quarrel.
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