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[@MrCellophane][/center]

Tesla landed aboard Fisher's ship quickly, having sent a message ahead of time to alert the Strategist of his arrival. The ship was organized chaos, people running left and right to keep things working and on schedule. It was Tesla's element. He pushed his way through the crowded ship towards Tesla, not even bothering to introduce himself as he got straight to business. 

[color=royalblue]"Here's the current situation. We have 30 of the threats surrounding the cave which the monster has been sealed in, we need to reinforce the seal before the monster can break out. We know very little of these creatures, other than that they are seemingly invulnerable to conventional weaponry, responding instead to brute force delivered via martial force and as you saw, pure magical energy. My Master is informing me that your class is Strategist, therefore-"[/color]

He opened his hand, several holographic images projecting themselves into the air. Each one showed the perspective of various battles happening around the area from an aerial point of view, the point of view of his pigeons to be precise. A replay of Lucius's battle was also available, along with a highlight reel of scenes Tesla had picked out as important. In all, there were ten screens projected above the fist of Archer.

[color=royalblue]-we need to strategize."[/color]

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[center][color=lightsteelblue][h2]Altera[/h2][/color]
[@Paradox Witch][/center]

She held them off yes, but she did not destroy them. It was a simple matter to keep them distracted, but these beings had an unnatural tenacity about them, their ability to "survive" being unrivaled. A punch was delivered to the right arm of one, only to abandon the attack as her Instincts screamed to dash backwards as the other tried to strike at her from above. She was getting nowhere with this, it was a battle of attrition she was sure to lose.

In her peripherals, she noticed something squirming, but there wasn't time to focus on it. They were coming at her from both sides now, she would have to- her Instincts cried out once more. Both arms shot out like bullets, grabbing each Lyaeus by the throat and hoisting them into the air. Two lasers shot from the squirming she had noticed earlier, piercing the heads of the Lyaeus before they had the opportunity to strike at Altera. She dropped their limp corpses on the floor and observed the squirming thing more closely.

It was a sight to behold, the man known as Gilles De Rais had become an abomination from the Outside. Yet his conviction was admirable, his cry to action almost rousing something from within Altera even. However, she could not follow him into the heart of war quite yet. She could not destroy the enemy's civilization yet, not when her Master was still at risk. Another burst of Crest of the Stars later and she was attacking the next Lyaeus that had survived Gilles's assault. If none survived, then she would enter the DDD to check on her Master.

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[center][h2][color=gold]Elizabeth Aesworth[/color][/h2]
[@Cu Chulainn][/center]

No response. Elizabeth gritted her teeth and growled, the glasses on her face shattering as if she had crushed them in rage. But she had not, something else did. The one who made the glasses was injured, his life force and spirit drained by the attack of the Beast. Berserker was marching into battle, but Elizabeth had more important things to worry about than her Servant at the moment. A quick mental message was sent to try and get Berserker to hold for just a little longer, but it would likely be to no avail.

Right now, Elizabeth needed to focus on getting Gin back on his feet. She moved over to him quickly, a stride with purpose as four tentacles of mercury emerged from her back to lift her up a little higher. [color=gold]"Hold still boy, you need medical attention."[/color] He likely didn't need to be told that considering the pain he must be going through, but some people are foolhardy enough to try and ignore the pain. A quick diagnosis was made, his mental energy and spirit had been struck by intense feedback. Likely the backlash from those glasses all shattering at once. [color=gold]"I would tell you to not make those glasses again, but we're going to need them. So instead I'm going to tell you to not do whatever it is you just did earlier the next time you make those glasses."[/color] She observed him from all sides, hard at work to try and stabilize his spirit as best she could. He would need more though if he was going to be up and at it soon, her work was good but not that good.

[color=gold]"If anyone here is proficient in the art of Spiritual Surgery or healing the spirit, your assistance is required immediately."[/color] She spoke aloud as she continued her work, an open invitation to everyone in the room to get off their asses and do something.