[center][color=red][b][h2]Native District[/h2][/b][/color]
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Many fled, followed by a few figures of authority who seemed unaffected by those strange birds of light, hiding in shadows too dark to be illuminated. But many more stayed, only further enraged by this man covered in flames, the man with a horse head who killed them in droves. The devil himself, they cried, many fleeing simply at the thought of facing pure evil. But mob mentality was strong, every man who tried to flee was cut down, their body used as stepping stones by marksmen who shot at the Horse of Fuyuki with their modern weaponry. Many were quickly engulfed, their weapons flung away as they panicked and fell to the ground to try and put themselves out. But then the weapons were merely picked back up by yet another man who thought they could take potshots at the devil and they too were ignited. It was a neverending horde, no matter how many the Horse could scare or kill there would always be another to take their place with even more righteous fury. 

And they were only prodded along by those hidden voices in the crowd, those men who cheered for their violence and applauded their bravery in killing these witches. For this could only be a witch, possessed by the devil to defend his men. 

[center][b]"BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"[/b][/center]

A rallying cry as those men continued to fire, as they broke into nearby stores to steal bottles of sake and stuff them with cloth, as they lit that cloth and let their molotovs fly at the building holding the devils of Fuyuki. The building caught fire quickly, one bottle flying past the Horse's head and lighting Odashii ablaze as he tried to recover from his wounds. More bullets flew, more bottles flew, more men struck out at the Horse, it could only be described as a sea of rage led on by those figures, hidden in shadows. The sea shrunk, but it was slow, like draining a lake with naught but a bucket. A few made it away from the mob, running to wherever they could to cower in fear, many died and fell to the floor, only for the sea to simply cover them.

This is what rage looked like.

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[center][color=royalblue][u][h2]Archer of Lightning[/h2][/u][/color]
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Bang.

Bang.

Bang.
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Each time a stone fell upon the army it was shot out of the sky by a lightning bolt. 
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Bang.

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A few made it through, but they were inconsequential. Tesla shot every single stone near Achilles and Darius, atomizing them as he gazed though his 'scope'. His Marksmanship was unparalleled, combined with his Eye Of The Mind there was no chance of any runestones even touching the most important of Darius's soldiers.
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Bang.

Bang.

Bang.
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He could've shot every runestone down, not letting even a single one touch Darius's men. But those men were expendable, so he focused solely on those who were most important. Darius and Achilles. If he saw even a single stone get close to them, it was atomized. His finger pointed at yet another runestone falling from the sky, then it was gone. A buzzing rung through the air, but it was not the buzz of swarms of insects coming to slice him apart. It was the buzz of his latest weapon of destruction, primed for firing at something. But what was that something, what was he getting ready to fire at. 

What was the scientist's aim?
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Bang. 

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It did not matter now, if his ally succeeded then it would not matter at all. All that mattered in this moment was that the king crush the hero, that the madman who always came back held down the star and extinguish it. Tesla was not as strong as Darius, he could recognize that. In a straight fight Darius would likely crush the scientist through the force of his thousands of soldiers, not even his greatest weapon would be able to fire in time before he was cut to ribbons by those thousands of skeletons.
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Bang.

Bang.

Bang.
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No, Tesla's role was to support the frontline from the back. It was why he had manifested as Archer, his role was to fire upon enemies from miles away so the perfect opportunity could be created. His role was to create the weapons of war that they used, to make sure that their weapons were just as electric as he was. And he did it with gusto, for all he ever wanted was to help the world. That is why he sought the Holy Grail. That is why he fought. To support everyone he could.

[b]Bang.

Bang.

Bang.[/b]