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[h1]Jack
Workshop, Fuyuki Park[/h1][/center]

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2JYaLK1QDQ]The theft was complete.[/url] The light faded, and by his side was a- a girl? Clothed in a white dress and a horn sticking out from her forehead, and a look of wonder on her face, he found himself looking at her a bit longer than he intended. Quickly recovering, he sends her a wink. No matter the circumstances, a thief without charm may as well just be a common burglar.

The increasing glow of the red seals on the hand of the magus draw the attention of Jack. The mouth of the kidnapper begins to move. Were this any other situation, Jack would have taken this moment to run. His target had been deprived of a prized possession, and any ordinary thief would have no desire to stick around and have their risk their neck. 

Not this time. Not with the fate of innocents who had gotten kidnapped on the line, with a request from a man who promised something well worth Jack’s efforts. No, this time he wasn’t just the thief. He was the man who slew giants in their homes, in their sleep, and on the fields of battle when needed be. 

In this case, he could act with the speed needed. A sprint from his position, to the master, fist cocked back coming in for a blow,

A tad bit late. 

The blow blasts into the body of the magus, and then through him, the strength of a servant with his skills active, one of the Knight Class no less, striking the unprotected flesh of a human. To call it anything less than a complete victory in favor of Jack would be laughable.

But perhaps not so. Distracted by the appearance of the delicate girl and her appearance, he had moved a step too slow. The light of the seal glowed to a peak, before it stopped.

Turning aside from the Master with his torso blown off, Jack faces the Caster. He should fade now with his point tethering him to existence gone- but a surprise. The Noble Phantasm he was left with, the light of creation of Victor Frankenstein, the lightning bolts of animation lashing out everywhere to bring the workshop to life. Jack made to run, not willing to die from the final grudge of a Caster, but found his path blocked.

The girl who had been summoned to his side grabbed his arm. Smiling gently at him, she growled and faced the lightning, stepping in front of him, interposing herself and the lightning.

The errant bolts, flung out by the Caster and aiming to strike at the Workshop and bodies found themselves redirected to the girl who had been created and born as Frankenstein’s daughter- later called his ‘monster’. 

The lightning faded into sparks, drawn into the girl and taken as her own. A smirk, no, a shit-eating grin spreads across Jack’s face as he says the last things Victor will hear.

“Thanks for the gift, dad.”

Durandal is swung. The light of greed shines once more on the dying body of the Caster.

The thief makes his exit.