[h1]Kishinami Hakuno[/h1]

Hakuno's face was still burning when she took a seat, gaze fixed on the table before her. Even if it was a joke, Archer's jokes still made her so flustered... she was surprised when the servant gave her a telepathic message, one that helped calm her nerves somewhat. Archer was right, after all. If she didn't act suspiciously, and simply acted like everyone else here, then whatever other Master was there too could never find her.

Hakuno inhaled deeply, the redness slowly fading from her cheeks. Her back straightened, face neutral. Right now, she wasn't some embarrassed girl who happened to be eating with a goddess, she was just a normal, plain, completely inconspicuous person with no notable traits whatsoever. Her brown eyes fell upon the sight of Archer requiring a chair to reach over the counter, and instantly she was bent over double, tying to hold back her laughter.


[i]That's too cute![/i] the Master commented internally as she struggled to regain her composure. She didn't want to risk losing her life this very moment because of that adorable image, and with considerable difficulty, raised her head with a painfully forced grimace upon Archer's return.

After a few moments of ensuring she wouldn't break out into giggles, and doing everything she could to block the image from her mind, she managed to squeeze out a reply, "...Good. Sounds... good."

What was with that strange burning smell slowly washing over them, though?

[@VitaVitaAR][@KoL]

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[h1]Lancer[/h1]

With a resounding crash, the tarmac shattered from the force of the blow. His target had managed to evade; as he had suspected, this Servant had foreseen the strike with plenty of time to spare. That was fine by him.

The movements of this Servant were resoundingly swift, giving almost no room to ponder. His blade was still lodged in the ground when she bounced back, looking ready to punch. The bearded warrior, having experienced decades of battle in life, could understand from this fleeting exchange, a few key details. Mainly, that the probability of his opponent being a Berserker shooting way up.

He was unfazed by the strange, seemingly unhinged smile that approached him like a force of nature - there was simply no time. This was a battle, so he would answer this bloodlust with his overwhelming might.
With the ease of lifting a feather, Lancer's blade was freed, debris sent flying as he arced his weapon upwards, as if to swipe the enemy once she was within range. Lancer was not helpless if someone was too close; anyone within his guard would still have to deal with a hulking giant of a man.

But his instinct told him that even this small girl was going to be dangerous in melee combat. He couldn't allow himself to be complacent or arrogant right now.

[@Crusader Lord][@Raineh Daze]