[center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/K9dXELV.png [/img] [/center] [h3][center] Outside the Bounded Field, Einzbern Forest [/center][/h3] [@Cu Chulainn] [@Crusader Lord] [@breo] The Servant that Benita had summed was pushing the opposing Servant into a corner, forcing him to reveal himself more and more as the battle continued. The Swordsman vs the Spearman. However, their martial prowess existed far beyond that, given their current battle. … But a battle between Servants is a battle between Noble Phantasms. The fact that “Saber” was fighting Lancer Prime without using his is proof that he is going easy on him. But his demeanor seemed to suggest that “Saber” would never hold back against an opponent. For a single mistake against Lancer Prime would be dead, and a single mistake against the Einzbern “Saber” would be the end of Lancer Prime. Wa\s it the request by Benita not to utilize them? It was impossible to imagine that either of these Servants would hold back in the slightest, nor was it even imaginable that they would not go for the head if given the chance. Even if Lancer Prime had been ordered to “only get the arrows”, but the presence of “Saber” had prevented that. The two were monsters. Beings outside of what two Servants should be able to produce. A being that compared to a normal human would be the pinnacle of existence. Benita could hardly talk. She could hardly She could hardly think … But she was captivated. The whirl of battle continued within the forest. Two shining examples of humanity were competing against one each other with the intent of obtaining a marginal prize. Something so petty could start a fight, but those were the purpose of the familiars that call themselves “Servants”. Beings who were told to fight against one another so that they might obtain the Holy Grail for their own; their “Master”. Neither Benita nor her Servant Lancer wished to obtain the Grail for themselves, so perhaps they were kindred spirits. But whereas Lancer solely wished to combat against powerful souls like the “Saber” he was currently at odds with, Benita had a greater purpose to “save the world” but “not for herself”. Their purposes might have been different, but they were paired to obtain the Holy Grail, and so long as Lancer Prime was willing to follow her, it was not as if she could ask for a more powerful Servant. The fight would continue for as long as she felt it was sustainable. ... … … What was that? A noise that should not have been there. A single beat that seemed out of place from the battle. Something that she knew, even for the briefest of moments that existed, should not exist within even the clashing of the greatest heroes of old there existed something even greater than what was within the visage of her Servant. It seemed impossible that he didn’t realize what was occurring, but considering his enjoyment of the combat, he might not have been able to comprehend anything that existed outside of combat. To Lancer Prime and the Einzbern “Saber”, they existed in a bubble where even the presence of other battles would be inconsequential to their own fighting. But as soon as Benita had even the thought to call upon Lancer to think about considering proposing a truce, she received a call. [hider=Call] [img]https://i.imgur.com/IeQ6YM4.png [/img] “As cute as ever I see, my little “Jackal”,” the voice playfully states, seemingly unaffected by the fight likely being seen through the cabal’s members. She had her orders to receive the arrows, and it was unlikely that anyone expected the mission to be an easy one. “There are important matters at hand, I don't have the time to deal with any jokes. Out with it already,” Benita responded, seemingly annoyed that the other would even decide to interrupt Benita during her mission. After all, she needed to get the arrows; defeating the SErvant was the secondary objective in this case. “New orders. You are to defeat the Einzbern’s Saber. The arrows are no longer a priority. The Einzbern Saber needs to be defeated here and now.” “Understood. I shall focus my mission on this then.” [/hider] “Lancer, you may use anything at your disposal t-” But her words were cut off from their finish. Another call. But so soon after the previous? ------------------------------------------------------- [center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/6TAqaQS.png [/img] [/center] [h3][center]Western Farms, Caldwell Plantation.[/center][/h3] [@CorpusMundum] “Yeah yeah Master,” Assassin responded, seemingly uninterested in the whole affair. “I’ll go survey the area I guess.” She knew that espionage and the like were important for the success of any and all wars that were to occur; to succeed at a plot one must first obtain a plan worthy of defeating those whom they wish dead. But such actions were boring to the Assassin before Martin Caldwell. The Servant class he had summoned mattered not to her personality, after all, it was not as if she was a true “Assassin” in the sense of someone like the Hassan and the like. Orders were orders, but how could she put her all into something if they were boring!? Assassin cared not for her Master. A boring man with a rather boring disposition. Perhaps her “other” form would find him rather interesting. A cultist who while not the greatest within the arcane arts attempted his all to better defeat the opponents of greater skill through greater influence. She could respect such actions, perhaps reminding her of her brother to an extent. Someone she both respected as her brother but despised enough to cause his death. Ss an “Assassin” of sorts, she could be considered top-notch. The lady who had orchestrated the deaths of half of the German canon. But that was no the person summoned. A pure maiden who wished only for one thing. She hardly cared the time or place to where she was summoned, but within a Grail War of this scale, it would increase the likeliness of her “dream” coming true. A “reunion” that she wished to obtain without fail, and would continue to seek infinitely so long as “he” existed. She would seek him to the ends of the earth, even to restore his honor in his death. Maybe she could find “him”? This mission could not be completely boring. If "He" was in the war, she would find him, and she would be happily reunited with "Him".