[center][color=8882be][h2][u]Suzaku Kirishima[/u][/h2]
[h3]Fuyuki Church, First Night[/h3][/color][/center]

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The situation just kept getting better and better, Suzaku reflected bitterly. First, the zombie incursion. Then, a full-blown battle between a [i]probable Berserker and Saber[/i] right on his doorstep. Then Tesla, out of [i]nowhere,[/i] decides that now is a good time for an alliance (not that he can blame him entirely on that front, only in regards to the timing) with the [i]Berserker,[/i] and now, someone else has literally stormed their way past his Bounded Field. A Master, by the feel of things, and their Servant. Annoying. He feels at the LeMat in its holster at his hip. At least now, he might find a way to salvage the evening- going by his original plan, he can kill the intruder before his Servant can react, and thus be that much closer to the Grail. It would also let him vent some frustration to fill someone full of Devouring lead. Violent catharsis it may be, but still catharsis, nonetheless.

Speaking of, his Wolf was doing remarkably well, what with the kitbash job he'd done on it. The opposing zombie's arms lashed with incredible strength, but they could still only so much as cut through the top layer of fur and dermis- the armor he'd implanted under the skin did a sterling job of deflecting any blows from doing much more than glancing tears and scuffs. And that was [i]when[/i] they hit. Tesla's overclocking allowed the Wolf to move and strike with incredible speed and strength. Still, it was very close- both combatants were being worn down, bit by bit, and would soon be mere piles of bone and constituent parts at this rate. Luckily, the enemy necromancer seemed to have only one of their unique zombies in play. Suzaku was quite lucky to field two. A quick mental command sent his other Wolf careening toward the zombie melee; it didn't matter as much if the two "survived," as it were- there were always more bodies to replace them, in a case like this, and he really only needed to stop the enemy undead from reaching the Church.

Suzaku looked up at the doors of the Church as he arrived, gritting his teeth, pulling the LeMat from his hip, and cocking the hammer into shotgun position- best to make sure he actually shot the interloper, rather than risk them getting away. Of course, it was right when his bloodlust was at its peak that the Master showed up. Unarmed. Raising his hands in surrender, requesting sanctuary. 

[i][color=8882be]As if I'm one of those Christian heathens,[/color][/i] thought Suzaku, shuddering lightly. Regardless, the gun was still cocked and loaded. If he was going to follow through, now would be the time...

...

...He sighed, disarming and holstering the revolver, just as yet another Master waltzed up to the door. Carrying an unconscious man. He cursed. At length.

[color=8882be]"We are very popular this evening,"[/color] he growled, just short of murderous. He glanced between the two of them, still idly toying with the handle of his pistol. [color=8882be]"I assume one of you is the Master of Berserker that my Servant mentioned? Marvelous,"[/color] he spat sarcastically, pushing the doors of the church open. [color=8882be]"Very well, inside, both of you. Try anything and I'll fill you with lead. Close the door behind you, this isn't a bloody barn. I'll put some tea on."[/color] He was rambling at this point, muttering almost to himself as he stalked into his base.

[color=8882be][i]Tesla. Rendezvous at the doors. Activate the Fence. And prepare yourself for... surgery, I suppose- your little pet project, or one of them, at least, proclaims himself a doctor. Perhaps we can do something with that.[/i][/color] He turned to his... "guests," with a weary sneer.

[color=8882be]"Call back your Servants to the Church. Things are about to get bright, and I'd hate to end this evening on such a sour note."[/color]

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