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[h2]Ryuudou Temple[/h2]

~ [i]Itching for Battle[/i] ~[/center]

Over the course of the evening, Serafina had promptly returned to the Temple. The fireworks show was over, and though a storm had ravaged the remaining crater, little else of note would occur. But one thing did interest her - something she would need to keep in mind. No doubt Berserker had noticed it to - that Servant could be none other than Achilles. The return journey was quiet, as though the world was reeling from the destruction that had been wrought. the death tole would be high.

But the existence of Achilles was more pressing. He was a legendary hero, known worldwide as a prime example of "Being a Hero". No doubt he would be an extensively difficult opponent, and far from one to be taken with any modicum of lightness. But the more urgent issue was Berserker - Ajax and Achilles had been friends in life, and if Sera was right regarding him, there would no doubt be tension. After all this Ajax was one with the desire to kill the Greeks; there was little wonder in her mind that Achilles might be included in that umbrella.

That said, she had things to do. Returning to the Temple was just one point on a list of activities she would have to engage in, not least of all establishing further contact with the Matou's. There was little information to go on, but their Manor, too, fell within the Foreign District, now a smouldering crater. If the Manor was destroyed, Reiki could be dead. Or worse - she could be seeking new and permanent residence. 

With the existence of such powerful Servants as Achilles, it was clear that the cast of the War was to be far from under-powered. Additional preparations would need to be made in order to fortify the Temple. As she climbed the Temple stairs, though, Serafina spied one of Caster's Familiars. Seeing it inspired slight weight to the wooden box she had hoisted upon her back for the trek home, but it was ignored. This was to be a fruitful alliance. It was time to discuss the future of the War.

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[h2](Former) Tohsaka Manor, Foreigner's Lowlands[/h2][/center]

The night was fruitful, terribly so. If she had yet to realise the true extents to which this Servant could assist her, the evenings deliberations had solidified her usefulness entirely. Preparations had been set in place, and something of an excitable fire burned within Serafina's heart. There was confidence from the start, yes, but here and now she could feel and taste and touch her chances of winning - they were more than just dreams. 

The night wasn't filled entirely with hope and joy, though. There had been some slight dread, some fear. Screams echoed from beneath the Temple. They were deep in the ground, faint but vivid, the kinds that kept distance and strained ones ears, but rocked the listener to their core. They were real and living. It lingered in her head - the screams, the emotions - but she kept them back, and forced them into a recess in her mind. 

There were better and more pressing things to preoccupy her with; that idea filled her mind, as she skipped over the flattened, demolished landscape of the once and former Foreign District, over rubble and towards her goal. Though there was little in the devastation that could be considered a map reference, she had something of a sense to where she was going. After all, it was posited upon a Leyline.

As she approached her destination, her associate formed from nothing. Afterall, this was the Tohsaka Manor, and ripe for the taking. 
[colour=SteelBlue]"Hiya Caster, how's it going?"[/colour] she chirruped, encroaching on the ritual site, flanked by Berserker, watching as the Bounded and Runic Fields sprung to life, and the Familiars went about their work, [colour=SteelBlue]"Achilles really did some work to this place, huh..."[/colour] she spun around, whistling, and taking in the landscape - barren for miles. 

Berserker simply stood and observed, clutching in his giant hand a somewhat distinctive spear - white in colour, extensively long, with a thin and brutal tip. It bore intricate patterns, or especially notable designs, but still, it felt [i]distinctive[/i].
[colour=SteelBlue]"So, bodyguard work, huh? I can do that."[/colour] Serafina simply said, finding a relatively elevated spot on the otherwise flattened landscape to take a seat, [colour=SteelBlue]"Somebody had better come knocking; I haven't been in a fight at all yet, and I think Berserker here is in the mood to murderify some people."[/colour] 

She wore a smile, and simply waited. Either they would finish what they came to do, undisturbed... or people would come for a fight, and some blood would most certainly be drawn.