[center][color=orange][h1][b]Scylla[/b]

[/h1][i][h3]Servant Berserker[/h3][/i][/color][/center]

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[center] Battle Commenced: Engaging Evasive Maneuvers [/center]

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As the younger-looking girl rocketed through the air towards her target, she perceived the movement of the armored man's weapon jerked out of the ground and sweeping up towards where she was headed. Contorting her body in the air, Scylla narrowly dodged the swing weapons, albeit small bits of pavement and dirt and such pelted her to no real end than dirtying her clothing a bit. Albeit, it was a close call, one that the small monster was not wont to ignore even amidst her bloodlust for battle. However, her trajectory sent her flying past the tall man, landing again on the ground with a great and loud [b][u]'CRASH'[/u][/b] that created a small crater where she had landed. The noise was such that, due to the battle's close enough proximity to the Church, would be able to be heard despite not occurring on the neutral territory itself. 

As the dust settled from the impact, Scylla was there, hand on the ground again and in a stance to charge or attack or otherwise move as needed. Her eyes darted across her target, carefully observing movements, noting how easily the man had pulled his blade from the ground. A Lancer is what he seemed to be to the small Berserker, if the polearm he wielded was of any indication of his class. 

[i][color=orange]'Master, be careful. Where there is a servant, an enemy master could be nearby.....damn vultures,'[/color][/i] the small girl communicated quickly to her master through their link, hoping to keep the blindfolded girl prepared for what could happen. Albeit, her tone seemed more...bestial, almost growling, with her bloodlust audible in her mental communication to boot. 

After all, vultures usually hung around where the action was. Though not always. That was the best comparison she could make at the time anyways, considering her experience with a magic user was being preyed upon when in a vulnerable position. 

Though truthfully, Scylla had no idea if the enemy master was here or not. Someone could have sent a servant from a far away location to here if they wanted, and for all she knew to boot an enemy mage was on the other side of the city commanding this servant. Albeit she was no strategist by any means, though experience as a monster hunting others she had some sort of experience that could potentially be applied to a Grail War. Maybe it was something, maybe it wasn't enough. 

Not wanting to skip a beat, though, the young-looking servant grabbed the trunk of a tree with one hand, tearing it up and out of the ground with a scary sense of ease for someone her size. She then chucked the large hunk of wood at the enemy servant, hoping to elicit an action she herself could take advantage of in return. That and it was preferable to the enemy servant looking for her master potentially if Scylla herself didn't act right now to keep him occupied. 

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