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[h2]Foreigner's Lowlands[/h2][/center]

Ajax the Great stood just a short distance from were he stood before. It wasn't a surprising event, for he understood that the woman his Master was working with was of the "Caster" Class, ordained as such by the Holy Grail War. Though it meant little to him, still, it was something marginally worth knowing and understanding. They had been transported by her, elsewhere. Though he was prepared to utilise his Noble Phantasm to hold their ground, he didn't get a chance. One second, they were gone. And then he was back, alone, stood upon the decimated grounds of the city before two adversaries.

And energy coursed through his veins. There had been some disorientation during the teleportation procedure, but that had already worn off. That said, he hadn't an idea what had occurred during that time frame. All he knew was that the "Caster" had done something to him. Empowered? Enthused? He cycled through a couple of words, attempting to find the best fit in his mind, as he took a single, hulking step forward, creating a small crater with his might. This was more than just a buff; this was pure, unbridled strength.

Through that black helmet, the mad eyes of the Berserker isolated and observed his foe. Though there were two, the latter seemed too weak to continue the battle, and was already preparing for his escape. Which left the other. A small girl. Ajax's head tilted to the side as he looked upon her. This was to be his opponent? He took another step closer. She was talking, although the words she spoke fell on deaf - or perhaps ignorant - ears. 

He watched as she shouted, and spilled her blood across the ground. Did that make her... like him? A "Berserker"? An aura of rage and madness permeated from her, and the blood, and the ground around them, followed by the deafening roar of the creature she had summoned. The massive snake tore from the droplet towards him, its mouth opened wide, stretching long bridges of saliva between its teeth as it approached. And then another was born. And another.

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The wall of a man stood watching the beasts be summoned from mere drops of blood. So that was her Noble Phantasm? And a name. "Ibuki Douji". So that was to be his opponent. Despite the steadily encroaching Serpents, Ajax stood his ground, taking in the situation with his Eye of the Mind. No doubt this would take some manoeuvring on his part... This wasn't a battle to be taken lightly.

In a single action, he bent his legs and leapt backwards, demolishing the ground to create a large crater beneath him. The force shook the ground, a small shock-wave rippling across the flattened landscape, along with a tearing sound. No man was meant to wield this much strength. His legs tore with the power, but still, he landed flat, some distance away from the encroaching snakes. He would need the distance.

The next action raised the spear above his head, head facing his adversary. That same, crackling blue energy ran along its alabaster shaft, rippling across its length and into his arm. He wouldn't throw this at his full strength, nowhere near. But it would be near enough. The next second, he threw it, his flesh tearing at the shoulder as he leased the weapon, unleashing his Noble Phantasm with a roar of pure madness, directed straight at the Oni on the Snake. Perhaps it was not the most powerful it could be, but allowing it to connect would be a terrible mistake on her part. If she did, he would activate [i]that[/i].

The moment it was released, he fell to one knee, shield stretched before him. And Ajax said the only words he could say in this form. Words engraved into him from the Throne of Heroes. It wasn't quiet, nor subtle. It was an announcement. A shout. Shuten would no doubt hear it, for it was the announcement of his own Noble Phantasm.

[center][h2][colour=DodgerBlue]"RHO AIAS!"[/colour][/h2][/center]

A brilliant, incandescent kaleidoscope of light tore through the shine of the day. From out-within the shield stretched out a brilliant expanse of pure energy, spanning across the battle field entirely. It was less like a shield and more like a wall, comprised of seven layers of radiant and glorious glow, plastered atop the original shield. After all, this was Rho Aias, a shield of absolute defence. Only the most powerful of Noble Phantasms could destroy it - not even Durandal, the spear of Hector, could breach its impregnable form. It would take the Oni everything she had, if not more, to do so. He was more than prepared for these Snakes.

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