[h3]Prydwyn[/h3]
[@Paradox Witch]

Prydwyn had relocated to another residence, buying this one flat out as he had done the previous.  He'd figured he was in for some spending, if his goal was the Grail.  Winning it meant everything, the money was inconsequential and insubstantial, less than worthless compared to the Grail.  He was monitoring everything Lucius saw, taking in the sight of... whatever it was that his Servant was engaging.  Their existence was unreasonable.  He watched Saber score hit after hit, Hell, he [i]felt[/i] it cutting through material.  But the things just didn't go down, would not die.  That was troubling.

In an instant that connection was severed, abruptly and ruthlessly.

An intense feeling of dread washed over him.  There was no way.  It was not possible.  He had the strongest Servant.  He [i]had[/i] to.  [i]Calm down, Prydwyn.  They couldn't have killed him that easily.  Something is off here.[/i]  He looked out of the window and saw them.  The inexplicable beings his Servant was fighting.  He grit his teeth to stop them from chattering and sharpened his focus.  These things were at the level of a Servant.  Combat was out of the question.  Plan B.

He spun around and activated his Tracing magic, boosting his physicality by several times.  At the same time, he activated the hardening Ehwaz rune in his shirt.  With a tuck of his head, and a forward lurch, he shoulder-charged through the wall, running as fast as his legs would take him.  As he went, he repeatedly sent little pings of mana through the connection, hoping beyond hope that if he got far enough away, his connection to his Servant would be resumed.

It was his only chance.

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[h3]Ilya Muromets[/h3]
[@Crusader Lord]

Ilya's heart swelled and his warrior's spirit surged as a good number of the enemy... beings stood before him in opposition.  He rose his sword hand, changing his posture from a charge to readying a sweeping slash.  His target was simple; every single one of these creatures that he could hit with this swing.  His fist clenched and arm muscles twitched in anticipation of the first strike, when the link between himself and his Master tore open with a screamed order, one dripping with intense urgency.

His Master was in danger.

Within a single, fluid motion, Karushka slid to a halt, pivoted one-hundred and eighty degrees, and tore back into a full sprint, carrying Ilya back in the direction of Sophia.  The enemy creatures rose to stop him.  They 
would fall before him just the same.  As he rose to the sky, they rose with him.  His response was a bestial roar that screamed a clear message.

You will not stop me.

With a sharp tug of the reins, Ilya ordered Karushka straight up, and she complied with all of her speed.  [i]Forgive me, Master, I am coming for you with all possible haste.[/i]  Once Karushka reached the apex of her jump, she pointed herself directly toward the foes.  [b]"Begone!  You lack the honor to call yourselves my enemy!"[/b]  Karushka's visage damn near skewed as she tore toward the ground, ripping the wind before her neatly in half.  Ilya's sword arm matched her speed, and his sword began to blur in a silver light as it danced between his enemies.  He was fighting to force an opening, but that was hardly discernible.  Each strike carried the force, malice, and intent of a blow meant to kill.

More than that, a blow meant to [i]crush[/i].