[color=c4df9b][b]Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
 Foreigner's Lowlands.[/b][/color][hr]

By now his army has grown to prodigious size, the territory he had claimed for himself now looking like a proper camp, bristling with palisades and cannons. There were still more corpses, but he needed to ride now to his Master's defense. Prepping a group of knights to ride back, he barked orders at the other soldiers, directing their actions. Before a horse was brought to him however, what seemed to be a Servant approached him.

[color=ed145b]"You. Don't move for a moment. This is to save the world." [/color]

[color=c4df9b]"You, wha-"[/color] Gilles started before she inscribed some sort of magick upon his armor. Nay, he was not about to refuse help, but it was a bit sudden. Any bit of help would be needed if this threat was as bad as it felt. He could not help but feel rather frustrated he didn't have more time to prepare. A proper base with better land would perhaps strengthen his forces.

[color=c4df9b]"Understood, make it quick, witch."[/color]

As soon as she finished, a horse was brought to him.

[color=c4df9b]"Thank you, witch. I shall ride with reinforcements towards the Masters."[/color]

Moving quickly, he brought a force of fifty knights towards the monsters approaching the hotspring, aiming to cut them off and occupy them before all of them grouped up and become a greater danger.