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

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

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[center] Near The Redrock Catholic Church: "A Real Tree-t for the Eyes" [/center]

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Sounds of fear, something she was very used to, but that in this situation were things she had to pay attention to. A family, freaking out at looking at two servants fight. So late at night, so much in the dark, it.....it felt too convenient. Her predatory instincts as a monster could not help but draw such a conclusion. She'd killed and eaten many, slain the sailors of Odysseus, fought (even if she was killed by) Heracles. To go into the night into places where few to no people might be, that was a risk that might fit best for going about a human city that was secure enough. But for she whom has lived far longer as monster than maiden, her instincts rang out to her that this was some sort of trick. Whether for right or wrong, she truly didn't know, she only had what she had to go on. To act on. 

And furthermore, she had to put her master's safety first in this situation. Sensibility of her actions be damned!

Grabbing another tree, the small Berserker hefted the large tree in the direction of the "scared" family with again a frightening ease for such a small individual. The war could not be exposed, that Grail had told her that much, and frankly she couldn't think of another action right now on the fly. Unless impeded, then to her perspective the thrown projectile would potentially smash them to a pulp in one shot, and someone would clean it up. Maybe if this opponent valued the secrecy, or if this war's neutral party wanted to ensure things weren't discovered. As a monster, she frankly didn't care if the family was obliterated underneath the weighty, thick trunk of the tree, so long as it solved the situation and potentially distracted her opponent. After all, the man seemed far more human than she, she could virtually tell that on sight as a monster. 

Then immediately after grabbing and throwing the tree, the small Berserker blitzed over to where her master and master's companion were. Scooping them up in each arm, Scylla began to flee away from the Church, moving at speeds that would be safe for the two females in her arms. 

[color=orange][i]'Master, we've got to go somewhere safe!'[/i][/color] the small Berserker communicated to her master over their mental link as she continued the process of fleeing. 

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