[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FUQYsr4.png[/img] [h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i] [@Reflection][/center]
Well, he had nearly stepped back in.

On his way in, someone new arrived. No, not someone new, but someone old. The one who he'd gotten the horse wine out for, the [i]second one[/i] he'd gotten the horse wine out for, and his Servant.

Archer's eyes flitted over to the Saber, pausing for a moment before nodding. 

[color=aba000]"Yeah, I can see that. Someone did a numbah on ya, huh?"[/color]

His gaze tore into Roland, dissecting him with a clarity that was difficult to reconcile with the rotund balding figure he possessed. 

[color=aba000]"...now that's interestin'. The poison smashin' ya up is some potent stuff, but ya spiritual foundation's just gettin' stronger. One a' those 'more stacked the odds, higher the power' types, huh? Yeah, yeah I feel ya. Lesse, just healin' ya ta full'd help ya, sure, but it'd also mean that continuous strengthenin' ya got'll stop on the spot. Feels like a shame ta just get rid a'that, don't ya think?"[/color]

A bemused grin spread on his lips, as he manifested and handed the Master and Servant the standard gallon-sized bottle of booze.

[color=aba000]"Come on in. I'll hook ya up with somethin' special. We value repeat customers."[/color]

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[center] [color=2e2c2c][h2]"Management Consultant 二"- Nameless[/h2][/color][i][h3]Train Wreck, Railyard[/h3][/i][@Floodtalon] [@ManyThings] [@Yukitamas][/center]
Lightning from the draugrs raced forth, slicing through the air, and met it. 

[color=2e2c2c][center][b]Take.[/b][/center][/color]

-And without warning, the lightning vanished, its target unfazed by its presence, as though nothing had ever happened. 

The insects came. A swarm came to cover it, attempting to engulf it. Insects chittered, attempting to utilize magecraft to disrupt its connection with its master. 

Of course, precautions had already been taken, on several levels.

[color=2e2c2c][center][b]Take.[/b][/center][/color]

[i]Something[/i] burst out of it. 

Those insects in its immediate area were lost in a moment, their "everything" taken from them. Those that remained at a distance found their spells faltering, unable to even affect it, as though the spells were barred from entering its very reality. And yet, there was something else there too, something [i]deeper[/i]. A prayer for death. What was-

Something else arrived. A mangled sphere of bones and poison. The bones reached out to stop it, to steal its prize and to continue on its way, however...

[i]The moment that skeleton amalgam touched it, it found itself pinned to the spot by an unknown force.[/i]

Something tore into the bones of the new arrival. A crushing iciness, a searing heat, and then nothing. The bones fell apart, the power animating them fell apart, the poison coating them fell apart.

No, it was not that they merely fell apart, but that it had torn their nature from them. This profane [i]thing[/i], whatever it was, had treated the creation of a Servant's Noble Phantasm in the same way as it had the familiars of modern magi.

[color=2e2c2c][center][b]Take.[/b][/center][/color]

And so, not even a few scant seconds having passed since it first acquired its target, it darted away, exiting the railyard. In the first place, none of the beings here were sufficient in ability to follow it directly. 

All the while, the presence of the spear in its grip was weakening. 

...No, not merely that. 

The spear itself was fading away, receding into the body of the one who held it.

[color=2e2c2c][center][b]Take.[/b][/center][/color]