[h2]Isabelle d'Antibes[/h2]

The small girl sniffed at the air, confirming the same suspicions as her Servant... the smell of burning? Burning that was not, it seemed, triggering a fire safety alarm--though one of the employees seemed to be fervently apologising for some sort of mix-up in the kitchen area. Not that she cared too much, it wasn't getting in her way... though the smell of smoke didn't mix terribly well with her ice-cream. It was a good thing that she was almost done with that. 

Slightly louder than need be, the nun asked: "Saber, is there somewhere you wish to go after this?"

Maybe they could bait out the other Servant?

[hr]

[h2]Evelyn and Elisabeth[/h2]

... it was no good, with the first crash, Evelyn was certain that she had to know what was going on; if she didn't keep her eyes open there was far too good a chance of being skewered. Mages weren't to be trusted, or something like that--Elisabeth had been pretty clear to not make deals with any of the Masters in this war. She [i]had[/i] to know what they were actually dealing with, even if it would be hard to avoid interfering at all, having to fight against using an ability that came as easily as blinking did.

With the blindfold around her neck, it only took an instant for purple eyes to adjust to the darkness--purple normally was a strange enough colour, but with red and gold swirling, mixed in, they were quite the sight. And at the Berserker's warning, Evelyn briefly looked around for a mage... no, nothing. At least not from this ditch. But raising her head just a bit to take in her Servant...

Who knew a Berserker could be so tiny? But her, and the glaive-wielding Servant she was fighting... these numbers didn't add up. The forces involved just didn't sync right, the strength of that arm could easily rip her head off, tearing out the tree trunk... bodies couldn't do that. They were supposed to break if they [i]tried[/i] to be that strong. Everything seemed slightly off to the white-haired Master, and already, watching these two was making her head start to hurt making sense of it all...

But at least she could still follow what was happening. These eyes had one benefit.

[hr]

[h2]Assassin[/h2]

(Huzzah, we know what she calls her Master now in English~)

"I'll take it with me and we can invite anyone we meet for a drink on the spot. Do you have any cups, Sweetie?" the Assassin asked, picking up the case and balancing it on one hand. The diminutive monster was now set to go with her Master, so long as she didn't delay too much--it might be more interesting to just sit and drink under the moonlight if this was going to take a while. This wasn't a bad place for a war, you could still see the sky pretty well.