[h2]Saber[/h2]

The battle had ended in an instant. The Valkyrie she had challenged was already injured from being struck out of the air, and thus had been unable to stand up to a second blow. Now she lay passed out, in a crater in the icy ground. The King of Knights held her sword down at her side. There was no reason to finish off her opponent. Not only would that be dishonorable, but from the start Saber had hoped to end the battle without slaying her enemy. It seemed as if the rest of the battle had concluded as well, and that was... possibly the best situation they could manage. With the presence of Fenrir, any other conflicts had to be ended as swiftly as possible.

The great wolf that swallowed the sun. One of the children of Loki, one of the beasts that participated in Ragnarok. Its presence here was completely unexpected, but the incredible danger that it posed made it their top priority. Even the corruption overtaking Brynhildr could be overlooked, for the moment, if it meant putting a stop to the threat of the sun-devourer. Thankfully it seemed as if the valkyries understood this just as well as they did.

"It is just as Siegfried said, Master," asserted Saber, "It appears that whatever corruptive force has overtaken Brynhildr has compelled her to work as an ally to the sun-devouring wolf."

She turned to face the valkyries. One of their number, Hildr, had apologized for their actions.

"I am simply glad that the battle has concluded with little bloodshed," she responded, "It is all the more important that we have as much strength as we can, in order to bring down the sun-eater."

Arturia still felt as if it would be possible to slay the beast, but it was best to stack the odds in their favor as much as they possibly could.

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[h2]Caster[/h2]

Finally. A few of the Valkyries had perished, but they were not the ones who composed the main body of the Servant in question. They were a sort of familiar of a familiar, in a way, perhaps best considered as part of a skill, or a Noble Phantasm. As much as she was dismayed at the presence of the living weapons created by Odin, her aim had not been to destroy them. Their clearest enemy was the corrupted Lancer, Brynhildr, and they had to pursue her. Only now...

Fenrir? The great sun-eating wolf? That explained the presence of the huge wolves that had served as stronger foes among the waves of useless undead. At least they weren't entirely insulting to her craft, but Fenrir... his role in myth was meant to be long over. Ragnarok had come and gone. If he was present here...

Skuld approached the others, to the immediate protest of one of the valkyries.

"Really?" she questioned, cocking her head to one side, "I am far more heinous then the presence of a wolf that [i]ate the sun[/i]? In a way, I'm proud of the fact that your recognize my nature as a powerful evil queen, but I should think that Fenrir takes priority."