[h1][center][b][color=0054a6]Reiki Matou[/color][/b][/center][/h1] [h3][center]The Front Yard, Matou Manor[/center][/h3] [center][@Phonic][@Breo][/center] [hr] The Master standing outside matched the description, more or less. Normally, Reiki would have formed a worm body for such an encounter, but in this case she was confident that the shockingly little girl outside was the Italian homunculus whose aid had been arranged for by Zouken. Thus, Reiki stepped outside herself. It was not really such a large risk as Scáthach's runes still provided quite a good defence system, but where a Servant was concerned, all sorts of abilities were possible. With the amount of heroic spirits in the city it would be silly to think that there weren't at least a few who could pass through the defences built into the Matou house foundation and the runecraft of an ancient hero. A good thing her ally had summoned a Servant. It was always on the table that she should attempt it, and with the cap for participants having seemingly been completely done away with it was only common sense that she would have succeeded. Besides, an advantage like multiple Servants allied together was the only obvious way to ensure victory in a free-for-all with dozens of deadly players like this one. Reiki leaned on the iron bars of the gate, putting her face between two of them. [color=0054a6]"Hi there, good evening. I'm Reiki Matou, and you must be Benita Garibaldi!"[/color] She shifted her weight and pushed one of the gates open, inviting the Italian and her Servant into the yard. [color=0054a6]"There're scads of players in this war, so we'll be in a bad place if we're too aggressive right off the bat."[/color] She spoke as she beckoned the two to follow her past a small gazebo which was seemingly prepared for some sort of festivity, and up to the front door of the manor. [color=0054a6]"Basically, make yourselves at home for now."[/color] She made to open the door, and simultaneously Scáthach, who had apparently returned the that unusual, revealing, skintight jumpsuit and golden headdress she had been wearing when she was summoned, burst imperiously forth.[color=9e0039]"Master, that war has started. Modern clothing was a little enjoyable during downtime, but from now on I will be dressing as a proper warrior ought to."[/color] Stopping in the doorway, she gazed down at the new arrivals. Reiki could never judge much from her Servant's expression, but she could've sworn she saw a little smile cross her lips when she met eyes with Benita's Servant. [color=0054a6]"So, this is my Servant. We can discuss sharing true names if you'd like, but for now you can just call her Lancer. And how about..."[/color] She looked the homunculus' Servant up and down properly for the first time and noticed the long spear he carried. [color=0054a6]"...That might end up being kind of confusing."[/color] [hr] [h1][center][b][color=598527]Ground Platoon Sixty-Seven[/color][/b][/center][/h1] [h3][center]Mion Riverbank, Fuyuki[/center][/h3] [hr] If anyone had been around, they would have been in shock from the sight of a man having his heart destroyed and silently falling off the bridge and into the river. Surely with the poor lighting of night, as their eyes tried to track him beneath the surface, they would not have noticed the things that slipped into the water from ground level. They swam. Even if it was unnatural for such creatures, they gyrated their bodies in such a way that they efficiently caught up to the dead body of the fake master being carried downstream. Working as a group, platoon sixty-seven pushed their meal up so just his head and shoulders lay on dry land before digging in. They were efficient. In less than a minute, even his clothes were gone. And now they were sustained. Much more, and they would have enough energy to breed again. One man's corpse is another mage's mana. [hr] [h1][center][b][color=9e0b0f]Air Squadrons Forty-Three and Forty-Four[/color][/b][/center][/h1] [h3][center]The Bank, Western Fuyuki[/center][/h3] [center][@Reflection][@Yukitamas][/center] [hr] Their controller was troubled, but oddly gratified. She had always wanted to use them to fight crime. Besides, a not insignificant portion of the Matou's nonmagical assets were in the process of being stolen. They had already observed those inside as they entered, and so as they flew towards the bank they shifted into the correct formation for the situation. One enemy was a heroic spirit. Moreover, one with immense physical might even as such spirits are concerned. Thus, even if every unit in the city gathered they would be nothing more than a visual obstruction to him. Therefore, they would assault the Master while remaining spread out in a way that made it inefficient to target each insect with an attack. They were flying piranhas. Any one of them could shave off a good chunk of flesh if they made contact. They flew silently. The buzzing, a sound that naturally set off fear in the instincts of most creatures, didn't begin until they burst through the door. Then, they split into groups. A few held back around the doorway as a deterrent. A large group in a straightforward assault on the Persian man. A larger one scattered around the room before half reformed behind him while the other half waited for counterattack. A tiny group, puffed up to look large, flew in front of the Berserker as a distraction. Another staying close to the ceiling to descend if an opening appeared. It was nearly instantaneous, as though a sandstorm had entered the room.