With the paperwork on his desk finally completed, Major Jin Kisaragi took a deep breath and called for his assistant to bring this elsewhere for completion. Ever since the incident involving Yuuki Terumi, the world had been at relative peace; given his current state, he was more apt to call that a blessing than anything else. Unlike the muscle-headed womanizer that was Kagura, he didn't have a body strong enough to withstand the battlefield any more. Even so, the Nox Nyctores at his side never left him. Be it out of some odd sense of nostalgia or something else entirely, Jin found himself compelled to keep it around. There were probably better places to keep a weapon of this power, but keeping it by his side in case of emergencies was probably smarter than simply keeping it stashed away somewhere.

"Well, if this is all..." he began to trail off before the a sudden wave of vertigo struck him. Wincing, the Major gripped the side of his desk as he attempted to steady himself. The last time he had encountered something like this was—!

"Phenomena.... Intervention?" he asked himself before the sudden shift caused him to lose focus.

When he finally managed to steady himself, Jin found himself no longer at his desk, but rather in front of a large tower of some variety. There were a few minutes of pause before the young man sighed and began to list off the possible culprits.

"The possibility of this being another timeline is incredibly low, given the lack of seithr here... Another world, then? A Sector Seven experiment gone wrong? Given that I have my memories, it's possible that there is an Observer somewhere..." he began to say quietly before deciding that finding the cause and punishing them could be dealt with later. For now, though, figuring out where and when he was took priority.

The snow that coated the park here wasn't helping matters much, either; though Jin was well accustomed to the cold, it wasn't the smartest of ideas to try and figure out anything while wandering around like a fool in this weather.

"Hmph. I can already feel something troublesome brewing in the air..."


With a sigh of relief, the white-haired young woman who had just managed to trudge on home to her apartment threw her backpack to the wayside before promptly falling face-first onto her bed. Winter vacation had just begun, which meant at least some degree of respite from studying and exams in between dealing with international crises.

That was the life of Yukine Chris, more or less—while her past was more than troubled, the life she had now was something in between 'average high schooler' and 'superhero-slash-vigilante'. Being able to relax without her apartment suddenly being crashed into by Hibiki or Miku (seriously, why did the old man have to give them keys to her place?!) was a blessing that she was keen to take. Genjuro had given her and the others the day off, at least; for that, she was grateful.

"...Alright, I guess that's enough lazing around for now," she finally said, pushing herself off of her bed before promptly changing out of her school uniform and into something less formal. "Getting groceries sounds like a smart idea."

With that, the young woman promptly grabbed a light jacket and put it on before leaving her apartment...

Only to find herself on a very unfamiliar street—and with more than a few people staring at her and murmuring among themselves.

"...Eh?"

There was a slight pause as Chris turned around, only to find that her apartment was definitely not there. What was equally shocking, though, was that there was a life-sized cardboard cutout of her standing just a few feet away. The image of her was equipped with the Gear she was familiar with, of course, but the fact that it existed at all was more shocking.

"Oi, oi, you've got to be kidding..." she muttered before glancing around. The various arcades and electronic shops in the area painted a rough picture of the area in Chris' mind, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she was probably in Akihabara. But that itself was fairly alarming; after all, she had been spontaneously teleported here, with no warning, from in front of her apartment.

Without missing a beat, Chris pulled out her cellphone and attempted to call Genjuro, only to find that the number wasn't functional (despite her signal being perfectly fine). Just great.

The growing crowd coupled with the odd circumstances caused Chris to glance up from her phone for a moment before she decided to slip away inside the nearest arcade. If there was anything that could get people off her trail that didn't involve some convoluted scheme of running away through the buildings or flying off, it was the ability of the people working here to do their jobs.

"But seriously, though... Who the heck would make that sort of creepy thing? It's not like I'm some sort of celebrity like senpai is..." she muttered as she began to rapidly dial through her friends' numbers in order. Even if Genjuro's didn't work, the possibility that someone else's might wasn't something that she could simply pass up.

It was a complex dance, in a way. Something that the silver-haired girl was used to performing. And yet, no matter how many times she had done the steps, she continued again and again. She was still in training. No matter how accomplished she became, she could always improve. she still hadn't reached Grandfather's level. To truly live up to her family name, she had to keep practicing.

Her katana cut the air, the misty form of her phantom half elegantly whirling through the air as the water fell around her. Roukanken's edge struck a single droplet and parted it. Than another. Than another.

Konpaku Youmu sheathed her blade as the water fell around her. Without pause, she drew Hakuroken. In a single motion, she cut three more droplets of water before they could hit the ground. The wakizashi was sheathed in an instant on her hip. Youmu straightened. The number of droplets had nearly doubled, her blades slicing them through so swiftly that she increased the amount. And yet this wasn't enough. No, if she wanted to reach Grandfather's level, she had to train harder. Placing one hand lightly on Roukanken's hilt, the small girl looked up. Her phantom half followed her gaze. The second bucket was hanging from a thin pole of metal, supported between two wooden struts. The wispy form of her phantom half shot forward and struck the bucket, flipping the contents and letting the water fall out.

First, to divide it into droplets. Youmu drew Roukanken and swung it upwards, the blade and rushing air parting the falling liquid. In a flash, she had sheathed it again, shutting her eyes.

Then...!

Youmu opened her eyes, and just barely stopped herself from drawing the blade when she realized her surroundings were no longer the gardens of Hakugyokurou. In fact, it was some place she had never seen. Stone streets, tall buildings of glass and steel... indeed, it was completely unlike the architecture of Gensokyo, the things that Youmu was used to. Was it the outside world? How had she suddenly entered the Outside World?!

"... I... what... is..."

She paused for a moment, then turned towards the large red tower with confusion. How had she come to the outside world...? After a moment, Youmu sent her phantom half high into the air, to scope out her surroundings better. It was the only thing she could think of doing when something so strange had happened so suddenly... and then, she noticed a man? With... he most certainly had a sword. After a moment, she began to cautiously approach him...

"Hello...?"

@PKMNB0Y

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She'd been all ready to go travelling with her Master! It sounded like a lot of fun, getting to go some place she had never been before... A few other Servants were going, as well. She'd gotten to know so many of them since she was summoned... like Geronimo, though she was a little scared of him at first, had turned out to be very kind and sincere. Everyone had been so fun to talk to! She made friends with Jack and Nursery and Santa Lily... and she'd done her best to help out her Master, too. Even if fighting was kind of scary... she'd been getting more used to it. To be honest, there was part of her that wasn't sure if it was a good thing that she was getting used to it, but if her Master needed her help...

... And there was a few occasions, though, where fighting wasn't scary at all...

But now wasn't the time to think about that. No, now was the time to enjoy their trip! Happily, she reached up to grab her Master's hand-

That wasn't her Master's hand.

A shiver ran through Abigail Willaims's body, and she stepped away. The person she had suddenly latched onto was... a man from the East? Her Master was from the East too, so were many of her Servants, but she didn't recognize this person at all...

"That's... that's incredible!" he shouted, suddenly, much to her dismay as she stepped back, her blue eyes wide, "That's the perfect Abby-chan cosplay! It's like she just stepped out of my phone! Can I take a picture?!"

"P-picture...?" confused, and a little frightened of the stranger asking for her picture, Abigail stumbled back a little.

"Ahh, sorry, sorry," he apologized, waving his hand, "I got a bit too exci-"

Before he could say more, Abigail turned and ran. Where was her Master? Where were the others? She didn't see anyone she recognized at all... none of the other Servants, and certainly not Master... there was a girl outside of some shop looking at a cardboard cutout of... herself? That was strange and confusing... everything here was...

"M-Master?" she called, looking around in concern, "Jack? ... Nursery? Jeanne? I can't find any of you... M-Mister Cu? M-Miss Atalanta? Miss P-Pendragon?"

@PKMNB0Y

The mage woke up on a bench, snow dusting the shoulders of his rain cape. It wasn’t particularly cold but he shivered anyway, there was no telling how long he had been sitting there. Ben stood and shook the snow off, looking around and trying to figure out where in the abyss he had ended up this time.

Nothing looked familiar, from the red and white metal tower to the densely packed buildings that seemed so large as to defy comprehension. The architecture and the people matched no land that he had ever visited, and he had visited every land yet touched by the empire, with the addition of a few besides. It wasn’t any kind of warren either, he was surrounded by humans, without a single other race in sight.

He turned in a circle, looking at the people going about their business with a profoundly lost look on his face.



Kincaid stepped off of the subway train, walking through the crowds and feeling uneasy. He had a vague idea that he was in Japan, likely somewhere in Tokyo. The last job he remembered having was as a bodyguard to The Archive, but given that she wasn’t here and he wasn’t presently kicking ass he was likely between jobs.

As he moved through the crowd he patted himself down, finding his pistol in a shoulder holster concealed back under his arm, cash in a pocket and a brace of knives on the side opposite the pistol. He found his phone and pulled it out. No service.

He swore under his breath. Damned thing must have been broken. He slipped it back into his pocket and swore again. He’d have to buy a new one and then go about figuring out how he had ended up in Japan of all places. At the top of the stairs leading out onto the street he looked around for a bank to convert some of his American cash.

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This....was definitely not Chaldea. Nor was it London. Nor was it honestly any of the other singularities she had seen and been through with Master. Had she been pulled into something, then? She had heard Master talk about that sort of event happening to them before, but she hadn't heard of it happening to servants. This was truly strange, and she couldn't feel mana in the air at all in this place to boot despite all the people being present about this area. Yet...she could feel the electricity, pulsing around her as she saw great building, and a large red and white tower near here. So wastefu-

"Uuh?"

The weather seemed to snap her out of her momentary daydream. Yes, it was cold. Not something that'd affect her, but...it was snowing in this place. Fran looked up and held out one hand, Bridal Chest gripped rightly in the other as she let some snow flakes fall into her open hand. This was real, felt real and seemed real at least. Was this some situation like Babylonia had been like, with some goddess working her powers on an area? Wait, of course not. There was no mana here, yes, as she had noted before. Albeit this sensation of suddenly opening her eyes to another place was jarring enough as it was. One moment she was being talked to by Master for trying to unplug everything in their room, and now she was here.

Things only felt worse with all of the stares she felt she was getting from the people around this place...ah. But she did notice one thing that stood out from the crowd, some oddities that could be similar to her. Well, maybe. To one direction was a couple of people with swords, which stood out like a sore thumb amidst this crowd it seemed. Then there was a bench, yes, that she could barely spot in the distance. Standing in front of it was a man with some strange cape and incredibly dark skin who seemed as lost as she felt.

But....who to approach? Were these strangers in a strange land, albeit she could tell this place was like Japan, potential allies or scared enemies? Ah. Would she even be able to...communicate regardless? Master nor the others were here, no one who knew what she was saying really. Drat.

There was one thing though. All the snow that coated the ground, just enough that the smaller end of Bridal Chest or a finger could write in it! It seemed the street near the darker man had too many people to draw in the snow though...aha!

"Uuuh!!!" Fran called out as loud as she could, waving at the darker man and hoping to get his attention as she motioned towards the two people with swords using Bridal Chest in her other hand.

She then quickly turned to the other two, keeping a small but cautiously hesitant pace of sorts as she moved towards the two people with swords. Yes, there was just enough space to write in the snow there at least! Or perhaps right now she was channeling Master a bit too much in trying to get these people together. Regardless, she was strong enough to strike if any of these turned out to be enemies, and this would maybe solve that issue by causing others to flee or meet together.

....and for the love of everything, a lot of these people needed to turn off all of these electrical devices!!!

@TheFake@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y

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....This was not the castle in which Chrom lived, nor was this the camp she had been in with the others as they had been marching to find a group of local bandits. It was a crowded street, but these buildings were like nothing she'd ever seen. Signs that...glowed? Cranking, clunking, tinkling metal sounds that were nothing like she even had heard before also rang out among the chorus of voices. The buildings did, however, resemble the structures she'd eventually heard about from a certain Summoner the last time she'd disappeared from home and appeared in a new place. In fact...this felt just like all of those other times she'd been yanked to other place by some force or another.

The only issue was, who or what had brought her here?

As the white-haired woman looked about herself, she felt the odd look occasionally bore into her, but it seemed her presence and being quite literally armed to the teeth was not frightening anyone. Albeit, no one else seemed to be carrying real weapons either. Regardless of things, Robin began to walk forward through the crowd, gently making sure Gungnir's top didn't stick out into someone around her. If she could get a point of reference, that would be able to help the situation along. Though with so many buildings around...perhaps she was in a large city?

That was when the faint sound of a young voice hit her ears. Though she'd not had a child herself, she'd been around others from parallel worlds like hers who had been her children. An odd experience, yes, but one that had attuned her a bit to a cry of distress. Had another been pulled here with her, perhaps?

Robin began to make a light jog, moving through the crowd a bit more vigorously until she came across the source of the noise. A small girl, dressed in odd garb, standing there as many people seemed to walk past according to the tactician's perception of things. The white-haired woman gently approached, taking a knee a cautious but comfortable distance from the seemingly scared child.

"Did...you suddenly end up here too?" she said, her voice taking on a bit of a nurturing tone, though audibly trying to be careful to not spook the girl as she tried to both help get her attention calmly and ascertain if her first guess was correct.

@VitaVitaAR

With the day off from training or anything else--and even better, tests and studying over--there was plenty of time for Hibiki to consider doing something more relaxing. For instance, paying a visit to Chris! There was always the possibility of her getting lonely, and so the younger girl thought it would be an excellent idea to come over and hang out for a while. It didn't hurt that her apartment was the best furnished of any that the S.O.N.G. members happened to live in.

But of course, as soon as she said goodbye to Miku and left to make the trip, she found herself... in an arcade? Rows of blinking lights, machiens trying to attract her attention... at first, the brunette was apprehensive. There was so much wrong with unexpectedly finding yourself transported to an arcade, because she knew that she didn't live right next to one. It was also, though, a fairly benign place to be, and with a lack of some pressing reason to go on alert, she found herself looking at some of the prizes in the process.

And then she saw the impossible. Sat in a claw machine, a collection of figures wearing what was undoubtedly Lydian Academy uniforms. Why on Earth would anyone have bothered to make plushies like that? It was, as far as the public was concerned, just another school--but then something important caught her eye. That one was undoubtedly Tsubasa, even if she had graduated now; the strange, strange hairstyle confirmed it. But just to one side, there was one that could only resemble...!

As an employee warned her a minute later, hot-blooded yelling wasn't appreciated for a claw machine, nor did it actually improve your chances of winning. But at least she had gotten what she wanted by then: her very own Miku! Not that it held a candle to the real thing, but it was nice, even if she was confused why she was in an arcade.

As the girl was making her way out of the arcade, stood behind a white-haired girl, Hibiki's phone started to ring... Chris? Did she need something? "Hello?"

@TheFake@PKMNB0Y@VitaVitaAR@Crusader Lord

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When Odin awoke, he was distinctly aware that he was not in fact in his comfortable new bed within Castle Krakenburg. Instead, all he felt was the hard of the stone beneath him, and the warmth of the sun on his face. This alone told him two things. That he was outside, and that he almost definitely wasn't in Nohr anymore.

Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, only to notice some very familiar architecture. Why would he be in Hoshido though? How could he be in Hoshido? The last thing he remembered was running around Windmire with Arthur, helping out the citizens with their ridiculously heroic deeds. Of course, their noble deeds got them plenty of offers for free drinks, but they'd both turned them down, knowing they should be in top shape in case either Lord Leo or Lady Elise needed them. Was it perhaps possible that at some point, their resolve had weakened and they'd taken up their offers?

No... No, he was wrong... All it took was one look at the people around him that they weren't Hoshidans. The people of the newly allied nation all had a very distinct way of dressing, and while yes, a few of the people in the crowd were dressed that way, the vast majority seemed to be dressed very differently. It seemed pretty unusual to him, honestly, but seeing as just about everyone was dressed like that, it seemed that he in his grandmaster's cloak was the clear outlier in this situation.

And then he shot up, only noticing from the way so many of the people jumped back that they'd all been crowding around him. Oh no, they must've been worried about him after seeing him lying on the floor! Looks like it was time to show everyone he was ok...

"Worry not, fair citizens!" He shouted, shifting into a really cool pose. "I, the legendary ODIN DARK, would not succumb to the mere elements so easily!"

Upon seeing that the, as one member of the crowd so eloquently put it, "Crazy gaijin cosplayer" seemed to be fine, most of the crowd dispersed. Odin used this opportunity to look around for a bit, noticing that as he'd suspected, this was some kind of shrine. It certainly looked Hoshidan, that was for sure. Maybe this was a smaller nation close enough to the country that it's culture was still affected by it, like Izumo and Kohga had been.

Deciding that following this lead was probably his best chance, even though it could very well be incorrect, he began to look around for someone he could ask directions from. As luck would have it, there were still a couple of people standing around him curiously, and Odin decided that out of all of them, the one that was clapping and chuckling seemed like the best bet to talk to.

"Man, I've gotta say, that's actually pretty impressive!" The young man said, looking over his cloak. "I don't usually go for cosplay, but your cloak is really well done, and you've even gotten the voice and stuff down too!"

"Why thank you!" Odin shouted, not letting out that he had no idea what cosplay meant. "As a great warrior, it is important to always give off an inspiring aura. However, I'm afraid that at this moment, I find myself slightly lost... Would you know the way to Nohr, by any chance?"

"Well, I don't know about Nohr, but you can get back to Akihabara that way." The guy said, pointing back over his shoulder. "I just came from there. I actually saw a few other cosplayers there too, including a fire emblem one. Is she your friend?"

"My friend?" Odin asked, lost in thought for a second. He'd thought he was far from home, but maybe, just maybe, he was closer to even Hoshido than he'd realized somehow. The man had mentioned the Fire Emblem, after all, and he knew that Lady Corrin's sword, the Omega Yato, seemed to be some alternate form of said artifact. Maybe that meant she was in the area? He didn't hold out hopes that it was his worlds Fire Emblem though. Getting back wouldn't be so easily achieved...

He looked back to the man and nodded, a wide grin on his face.

"Well, maybe!" He said. "I had thought I was far from home, but if I can find my companions so close, then there is nothing to fear! Thank you friend!"

And then he was off, rushing towards this so called 'Akihabara'.

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This wasn't Hoshido. This wasn't even close. Yes, the buildings towered over him, just like those of the countries capital, but they looked completely different to the unique construction the kingdom was famous for, the kind he saw at the shrine. and they glowed! Each and every sign glowed with an internal light that left Odin in awe.

This awe was heavily mixed with excitement, however, as he found himself seeing people in all kinds of uniforms. This led him to assume that, rather than being a country in the normal world, this was some kind deeprealm meeting place like that museum with the fighting tournament they joined every few days, with people from all kinds of worlds converging on one location.

Still, something seemed a little off about the whole situation. Despite being surrounded by more colourful characters than he could even count, he was noticing more and more that the vast majority seemed to lack... something. He wasn't really sure what, but it was almost like none of them had any power inside them somehow. He hoped that when he found Lady Corrin, the pair of them would be able to come up with some ideas about just what was going on.

And it was as he scanned the area for his friends that Odin saw something that froze him in place. The buildings, the bustling of the streets, the world itself. Everything vanished as he saw that familiar cloak, practically identical to his own, and the stark white hair that had burned itself into his memories.

"Fa...ther?.."

He took a step forward. Then two. And then he was running. Sprinting. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noticed something was just a little off, but before he could even begin to think about that, he had all but tackled the familiar figure.

"FATHER!!!" Owain shouted, ecstatic despite his excessively ugly crying. "I can't believe it! I'd always hoped, but-! You-! FAAAAATHEEERRR!!!"

However, even as he continued his outburst, he noticed something was... off...

For the sake of modesty, he decided to focus most of his brain power on the fact that he could feel hair under his hands, despite them being wrapped around the figures shoulders.

Slowly, dread filled him as he stepped back, staring at the woman he'd just basically tackled. However, before he could be overtaken by the mortification that would normally set in after that kind of interaction with a stranger, he was able to note that there really were a lot of similarities to the man who had raised him, and later led him to victory after victory. Too many for it to be a coincidence.

"No... You... You are him, aren't you?" Owain asked. "In some way, you aren't, but you still are Robin..."

And then he let out a loud gasp, his hands flying to his cheeks in excitement.

"Are you his reincarnation?!" He shouted. "Could my father, the legendary tactician of Exalt Chrom himself, have achieved so much that the gods themselves saw fit to have you defend the world until the ends of time itself?!"

At this point, despite most of the world having come back, he still managed to barely notice the other characters around Robin, caught up as he was in his own speculations.

"Is it based on our lineage?!" He continued, hyping himself up more and more. "Are you somehow my descendant? Or are you completely unrelated to the Ylissean royal line? By Naga, I hope it's our bloodline! That would be so cool!"

With a quick glance around, the Major quickly noticed that the people who were walking around were wrapped in layers of clothing, which made him stand out even more than normal. A slight grimace passed over his face as he began to walk through the freshly fallen snow, his boots making a distinct crunching noise with each step. He didn't make it far, though, before the sound of someone meekly calling out to him caused him to stop cold in his tracks.

"Are you addressing me?" Jin asked calmly, turning around to face whatever person—a young woman clad in green, or so it seemed—had called out to him. "If so, you..."

The Major's words trailed off as he took in the person's outfit and how much they stood out relative to more or less everyone else in the area. There was a moment of hesitation, though, before he took an active stance and stared the young woman down.

"Never mind that now. You stand out as much as I do, so I can only assume you might know something about this incident. Speak up, or I won't hesitate to cut you down where you stand," he stated, right hand on the hilt of Yukianesa as he readied himself to parry or strike out at this prospective enemy.

This was a bluff, of course; as far as he knew, it would only take a few strikes from the woman in front of him to bring him down if he wasn't careful, and it had been a while since he had last seen combat. Hopefully, however, her apparent disposition would make wanting to a avoid combat a higher priority than taking him on that challenge.

@VitaVitaAR@TheFake@Crusader Lord


After cycling through most of the people on her phone, Chris was beginning to lose hope in being able to contact anyone else at the moment. It would be difficult enough getting home from Akihabara barring flight, and given the situation even she wasn't entirely sure if it was worth it trying to get back home right away. All hope was not lost, however, as there was still one number left to dial.

"Mmm... If there was any time to try calling you, it might as well be now," she sighed to herself mentally as she began to call the person in question...

Only to hear the ringtone of said person a few feet behind her. With a start, Chris turned around, only to see Hibiki clutching a plushie of what she assumed to be Miku... Which, creepiness factor aside, matched up with the stand outside of the arcade. With a quick flick of her thumb, Chris stopped the call and walked over to the brunette standing idly by.

"Oi, Hibiki, do you have any clue what happened? Did you try contacting the old man yet? I took two steps out of my apartment and now I'm here... And what's with that plushie?!" she asked before sighing and taking a deep breath. Knowing Hibiki and her current reaction, it was likely that her friend knew as much as she did about the situation—in other words, next to nothing at all.

"On second thought, only that second question really matters right now," Chris continued, realizing that questioning why Hibiki had made a beeline towards that sort of arcade reward wasn't a question as much as it was an eventuality. "My cellphone still works, for what it's worth, but—"

As soon as she spoke, a whole horde of people began to flood into the arcade's first floor. The sudden rush caused the young woman to instinctively grab onto Hibiki's arm and drag her off to one of the walls to the side as the crowd passed by. Chris' first thought, of course, was that they were running away from something.

"But what..."

The answer to her question was made obvious when the rush of people had cleared. Standing out in the middle of the street was a giant blue and white sword, blade splitting the asphalt asunder. Though nobody seemed to be harmed by it, there was only one person who either of them knew who could possibly be the cause of such a thing.

"Hey, what the heck, Tsubasa?!" Chris cried out, shoving her way through what people were left to make her way onto the street. "There's no threa_aaa..."

There was indeed a figure that looked almost identical to the one that they knew as Kazanari Tsubasa standing atop the blade, but the visible dark particles and soulless glowing eyes made Chris do a double take and move a few steps back.

"Hibiki, I think we're going to have to fight. Do you think you can evacuate the civilians, or should I cover for them instead?" she asked, hand on the Relic around her neck as she prepared for battle.

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A few streets away from that incident, though, a similar problem had thus arisen near the other group of three. A few bodies were lying in the middle of the street, backs cut open as one figure stepped slowly out of the crowd. The blue hair and Mark of the Exalt on his right shoulder made it all to clear who it was, though it was also obvious from the aura surrounding him that there was something distinctly wrong about it all. Further back, however, stood something relatively more ominous.

A second figure, equally cloaked in that same presence, stepped forward towards the fleeing group. A quick flick of the blade in her hand caused blood to splatter across the street, and that same weapon was soon pointed at the young girl in front of her.

After a moment of silence, the former dashed towards the young man, sword aimed squarely at his neck as he struck forth. The latter followed suit, her blade aiming to take the head of her opponent as quickly as her body would permit.

@Rabidporcupine@Raineh Daze

He was getting ready to fight. It wasn't as if this was entirely unfamiliar to Youmu. Far from it, in fact. The half-phantom gardener had experienced such scenarios before. Because of the nonlethal nature of combat in Gensokyo, it was often certain residents' first option in any strange situation. To simply jump immediately to fighting, even if it seemed entirely unnecessary. Youmu herself couldn't exactly say she didn't sometimes enjoy such scenarios, even if she tried to be more reasonable at times. The simple fact was that she was able to practice her training in such situations, to put her skills to use. As a member of the Konpaku family, this capability filled her with pride.

But... was this how the outside world operated as well? Youmu hadn't thought so, and he seemed to be just as confused as she was... did that mean that he was also lost in this place? The more she looked at him, the more she realized how he simply didn't fit in this location. Was he from elsewhere as well...?

"... I have no idea what is happening," she replied, curtly, "But if you insist on a fight, then I will prepare myself."

Even as the small silvery-haired girl placed a hand on the hilt of Roukanken, she decided not to attempt to lethally injure her opponent. Not only was Youmu unused to attempting to kill others, but this man was her only link to what had happened.

She had to return to Yuyuko-sama.

@PKMNB0Y@Crusader Lord

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Abigail didn't know what was going to happen. If her Master wasn't here, would she disappear? She couldn't figure out where Master was... She'd wanted to help her more, she wanted to have fun with her Master, and her friends. But she was lost and alone, in some strange place like this. Well, no, it wasn't any more strange then some of the places she had seen since coming to Chaldea, but the fact that she was alone here exaggerated the sight of everything around her.

But then, she heard a voice calling to her, asking as gently as she could if she had somehow been transported here as well. Immediately, Abigail turned towards the source of the voice and discovered it was an older girl in some kind of cloak, some sort of outfit that didn't match the clothing of anyone else around her. Was she a Servant? She didn't seem like one, at least not one that Abigail recognized. After a moment, the small girl weakly nodded. This lady was trying to be nice, at least, and she was the only who seemed like she might know what was going on...

But then, everyone started running. When Abigail turned to see what they were running from, her blue eyes widened in shock and fear as she saw people falling to the ground, cut and wounded. Possibly dead... and... and two figures, both cloaked in darkness with blank red eyes. They were almost like those shadow Servants. Trembling slightly, Abigail shook her head. If her Master was here, she'd have jumped into action to try and protect the innocent bystanders! And Abigail herself didn't want to see innocent people get hurt like that either!

Glowing portals opened around her head immediately, and suddenly what appeared to be brilliant tendrils of light exploded from them. but before she could try and attack the shadowy one of them charged right for her!

Abigail immediately had the tendrils curve inwards, creating a barrier between herself and the woman's weapon in order to defend herself. She was a little more confident when it came to fighting, now, so she knew she could counter as soon as she blocked the bad lady!

@Crusader Lord@Rabidporcupine@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

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Humans...humans could be stupid, and scared, and...she knew what it was like to be scared in a new place at least. And cautious. And frustrated, even angry. Thus Fran froze in her place a modest and hopefully safe distance from the two sword-wielders as they seemed to each take a stance. This was a battle, she could feel it in the air and see it as plain as day. It seemed as if some people were watching as well from the street as well, less looking at her as they were at the two others. Albeit, the glances at her still got under her skin a ways, not comfortable at all. And what would the dark, cloak-clad man do too at this rate? Flee? Attack? Ah. Perhaps she'd been channeling a bit much of her master in trying to become organized, yet her exposure to them left another thought coming right to her mind.

Would these people put the citizens around them all in danger, or harm them as collateral?

"Uuuh....aah!" Fran exclaimed to herself, in full feeling that this situation was rather stupid at base, agreeing with the sentiment arising in her mind that she'd stick around if only to make sure...er, try to make sure things didn't go badly.

Then, then she could see to some of these electronic devices about her. Wasteful!!!

@TheFake@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y

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The little girl seemed to at least respond to her gesture, having given a weak but genuine-seeming nod to her. It brought a bit of relief to the white-haired tactician, as this was a start. Maybe she could help her find a place to cool down a bit around here? Ah...well it was a busy city, but there would perhaps be areas with less activity at least. Then perhaps she could try to explain this sort of...odd occurrence, then maybe try to find the summoner that had brought them here. Not like everyone was accustomed to such a strange incidence in their lifetime. But if it wasn't a summoner, perhaps there was some other force that had-

It was at this moment that Robin put a hand on her Levin Sword instinctually, standing up a moment before she felt herself tackled. All with a familiar but different voice ringing in her ears with the cry of 'Father' having been the last coherent thing to reach her ears. A braced stance allowed her to not fall over, yet the tactician had to hold herself back from drawing her blade as a sigh escaped her lips out of habit. Owain. Lissa's son, Chrom's nephew, and overall a very...rambunctious member of the Yilessian Army prior to defeating Grima. She'd heard back home that he'd left with Cynthia to do things, but the words this Owin was rambling on about to her seemed to indicate another obvious point.

"Owain, please calm down. I am not your world's Robin, or your descendant. Though it seems one of the 'male' versions of me was your father at some point in another Ylisse...by Naga this is becoming a strange day. Perhaps we were all unknowingly pulled into one of the Outrealms?" Robin said, placing a calming hand on the boy's shoulder for a few seconds before pulling back again.

She'd run into all variants of the children of the others, born by her, sired by male variants of her from other parallel versions of Ylisse. Truly Askr had been an interesting place, to say the very least. She'd even talked to herself...er, other versions of herself anyways. In truth, this moment for her was only bringing back those awkward meeting, though most had devolved into good conversations and interesting details among "herselves" about all of those "what if's" to a certain extent that the others had gone through. Albeit, in part she felt guilty having to explain her identity to Owain, considering what things the young man in any timeline seemed to have been through.

Ah! Hopefully he hadn't scared the younger-looking child she had been talking to!

It was then the screams, the sound of moving feet, and atmosphere of enemies nearby struck her hard. Robin wheeled around, drawing out Gungnir from her back into a battle position without a second thought as her experience with war kicked in. Though even if only for a brief moment, her body froze at the sight of what was going on...well, more so at who was doing it. It was visibly Chrom, but that feeling...those eyes and aura...it was wrong, wrong like the Grimleal and their ilk. Wrong like how it felt around Validar and others to her mind. And with Chrom, slaughtering innocents, there was a strange woman with odder garb and a pale complexion and pale hair.

Odd portals seemed to open around the small girl, as if conjured by her....perhaps some kind of new magic this young one possessed? She had not the time to think otherwise. Then the enemy seemed to strike out of the blue, moving from attacking fleeing citizens to pouncing at Owain next to her and the small girl in front of her. Time almost seemed to move slow as the two malicious figures seemed to move at great speed towards the three of them, killing intent already pushing the tactician's body to act automatically. The girl seemed to be doing something at least for the pale woman, which only left...yes.

As much it might hurt, she had to do something. This...this was NOT Chrom, not her Chrom, nor any Chrom she'd ever seen or met. This was not the Chrom from Grima's memories, even. To raise the holy Falchion to slay innocents, this was not Chrom at all. The real one...she knew what he might have asked of her in such as case, as much as it hurt her inside. Which was why-

'...Ignis'

-Robin's automatic reaction, as much as her mind could debate it, had already begun to strike out with the spear at this Chrom's heart with the spear in her hands. Ignis itself also flared to life as well, the skill enhancing her attack's power greatly as her enhanced strength already was moving the spear with greater force than her normal by some degree.

She knew Chrom's fighting style intimately, due to many days of practice and training and fighting together on the battlefield. She'd seen the flaws, the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities even. He was a strong fighter, but not immortal nor perfect. Right now he was concentrated on Owain, sword moving out to strike the boy's neck. Her attack at this Chrom in turn was coming from what she personally felt was his normal blind side when performing such an attack, the length of Gungnir allowing her to move to intercept with an attack of her own at his exposed torso. The attack was imbued with a great might, to Robin hopefully being enough to either obliterate him in one merciful shot...or at least do something in this case to impede or stop him.

She was a tactician, she...she had to do something in this situation!!!

@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y@Rabidporcupine

He looked over as someone seemed to try to get his attention with a non verbal groan. There was a girl there along with two armed people with swords. They all appeared to stand out as much as he did, especially given that nobody passing by appeared to carry any kind of weapons. He walked over and frowned. The girl seemed to want to approach them and he restrained her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“If you’ve no involvement in this then I suggest that we observe.”

Meddling in the affairs of others was a sure way to make enemies, and he avoided it wherever possible. Given that he had typically been one of those being manipulated, Ben might have been a little bit biased. But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t be prepared. The mage opened himself to several warrens, holding the power ready should he need it.
@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y



While he was trying to decide which shop might sell him a new phone when all hell broke loose. People were running with others on the ground. A figure in archaic looking clothing carrying a sword was cutting people down before seeming to pick a fight with a girl in a long coat.

He reached for his gun but held off. Firearms laws in Japan were strict and having a concealed pistol would be a major issue for him to deal with. As with most people he had met with a tendency to dress eccentrically, the girl in the coat appeared to be able to even the scales with some sort of magic.

“Give me a fucking break.”

He maneuvered himself around to one side, watching carefully for an opening without making himself appear as a threat.
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@Crusader Lord@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y



"Ah, of course!" Owain said at Robin's explanation. "How could I forget that you, like myself, are also a legendary hero chosen by fate? To those like us, time and space themselves are merely a shattered mirror! I too have spoken to my own reflections from countless worlds, many of whom are quite different to myself, yet are all equally Owain Dark! Or Odin Dark, in case we meet any of my current allies..."

It was only then that he truly noticed the young girl Robin had been talking to, causing his eyes to widen slightly in shock.

"Oh, I... have no memory of this child..." He said, trying and failing to hide his confusion. "Is she... I mean-... Your... Your child?"

Before he could continue to embarrass himself however, he felt a presence which had him spinning around, eyes narrowed. In that very same instant, he watched his uncle Chrom, Exalt of Ylisse and personal hero of his, cutting down civilians in the street. Sadly, or perhaps in this case mercifully, it was clear that this Chrom had no choice in the matter, a dark aura floating around the man in a way that seemed rather familiar, and yet different at the same time.

Before he could even open his mouth, the great exalt had dashed towards him, blade inches from his neck. However, he had grown up training against Lucina, whose fighting style mirrored her fathers down to the most minute detail. Thanks to that, Owain was nearly as skilled at defending against the style as either of them were at wielding it. Of course, the months he spent training as a blademaster under King Ryoma himself during the war against Valla helped too.

And so, drawing his only mighty blade Missiltaine, he quickly spun out of the way, batting the falchion with his own in order to try and artificially overextend Chrom's swing for him. Before he had even finished doing so, he was already preparing his next move.

"Forgive me Uncle, but from one dark swordsman to another, I promise I will stop you before disgrace yourself again!"

And then he pulled out a small series of ink paintings, which began to float in a ring around his hand.

"SHADOW DRAGON ASSAULT!" He shouted, as a great black and white dragon of ink burst from the ring and flew towards Chrom.

What Hibiki hadn't been expecting was that instead of the response coming through her phone, it came through the person right in front of her--though, perhaps she should have recognised what was going on? It wasn't as if Chris didn't have several rather distinctive features that made it hard to confuse her with anybody else...

Although she managed to remind the somewhat less focused girl of how baffling it was that they had been transported here when neither of them had the slightest plan to head to Tokyo, their missing third member showed up... looking... strange? Not as strange as Ignite or, worse, the failed Ignite, but there was still something off. Hibiki was inclined to give her some benefit of the doubt given the situation--maybe this was a fake Tokyo and she was here to help?

Chris seemed less certain, but given how destructive any fight with Chris would likely be, the brunette's answer was for Chris to cover the evacuation whilst Hibiki talked with Tsubasa. Because why wouldn't talking work? It was Tsubasa, it wasn't like she would attack unreasonably.

...

Any more.

Though with that in mind, maybe she should be prepared for a fight... grasping her own relic, Hibiki recited her chant...
"Balwisyall nescell Gungnir tron."

... and transformed.

"Tsubasa-sen--" she said, moving closer and... triggering the other gear user to attack? But something about it wasn't right, the jump off of the massive blade and thrust forwards seemed almost clumsy; slower and less threatening than the singer's attacks should normally have been. Not slow enough to be harmless, but slow enough that Hibiki could try something that she'd seen the commander do: catch Tsubasa's blade between two fingers.

It shouldn't have worked. She wasn't as accomplished as Genjuro, supernatural enhancement or not, and Tsubasa had already fallen for this exact trick once. But... it did, and the result was the exact same as the previous occasion: with her sword pinned, it was used as a lever to toss her to one side, straight into a bank of claw machines. The exact same that Hibiki had been playing on earlier.

A plush Maria incongruously bounced out of the broken machines and off the strange Tsubasa's head.

She really didn't want to fight Tsubasa properly...

The young woman's response to his bluff caused Jin to mentally berate himself. Things hadn't gone as he had hoped they would, obviously enough; given the initial introduction, he had expected her to act more like Noel than not. That being said, though, something was clearly off about his body compared to how it had been right before that forced transport. It was almost as if that weakness that had been shackling him ever since the Terumi incident had been removed—no, more than that, even. But given the current situation, he was in no position to muse over that; if anything, combat would be the greatest indicator if anything had changed.

"Very well. A duel it is, then," he stated calmly before quickly drawing Yukianesa from its sheath. There was a blinding flash of white as the blade of ice lashed out at Youmu, but Jin immediately followed up the strike by attempting to close the distance and striking out with a slash aimed to trip his opponent.

Killing someone now would be far from ideal, of course; the only goal he had in mind was to incapacitate his opponent so he could make her speak. Given that he was moving almost as if he was in his prime, Jin silently came to the conclusion that whatever had caused this incident had also restored his fighting power.

"Probably for the best; I would hate to act as a simple civilian in a scenario like this."

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"Alright, I'll leave this to you," Chris said, placing a hand onto her friend's shoulder as she moved the other way towards the fleeing crowd. As she did so, the young woman grasped the Relic around her neck and recited her own chant in turn.

"Killter Ichaival tron."

Just as Hibiki had, Chris had donned her own Gear—though for the moment, her weapons were inactive.

"Alright, everyone inside this arcade right now, keep moving! The exit's that way!" she shouted, her gaze turning towards the upper floors of the building before realizing how likely it was that there were other people upstairs.

"I guess I should head up—" she began to say before seeing that Hibiki had launched the not-Tsubasa into one of the nearby claw machines. There was a bit of exasperation on Chris' face as the lookalike slowly crawled out of the wreckage, the plastic and metal making up the machine falling off to the side as it did so. At the very least, its attention seemed to be wholly focused onto Hibiki now, which meant that she had the leeway to tray and get everyone on the upper floors to safety.

"Oi, keep her on the streets!" Chris shouted before dashing to the next floor. There were a few people glancing about in confusion, unsure of the current situation, which itself was... To be expected.

"Alright, everyone! I want you to gather around this stairwell and prepare to move out of here once I'm back here. Are we clear?!" she declared before moving up the building again. While the probability of the arcade collapsing was infinitesimal—after all, Japanese architecture was built with earthquakes in mind—it didn't hurt to try and get them out in case the not-Tsubasa tried to summon a giant sword to cut through the building instead.

As Chris continued to move about and try to get the other civilians to safety, the shadow Tsubasa silently held her blade ready before bringing it level with her head. There was a moment of pause, though, before it opened its mouth and began to... Sing?

Unlike the Tsubasa that the Gear users knew, whatever this was had a voice that sounded less like a human's and more like a Vocaloid's, complete with autotune to correct what would otherwise be relatively uneven singing. That being said, though, it seemed that this 'song' (if it could even be called that) was close enough to one of Tsubasa's own to at least bring her speed up a little. That was made evident, of course, by the fact that she immediately began to dash towards Hibiki, her sword prepared to make another attempt at cutting through the one in front of her.

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The figure that had attacked Abigail remained expressionless as a multitude of tendrils of light sprang forth from seemingly out of nowhere, and the weapon in her hands clashed against them for a moment before she decided to swing a few more times, just to see if she could break through. That, too, failed, and after a few moments she took a step back and simply raised her weapon...

Only to simply stab it into herself.

The blood that spurted out of her coated the weapon in short order, and soon the blade was lit ablaze in flames. With that in hand, the figure took to striking at the tendrils once more, with a more noticeable effect than it had been up until then.

The battle with 'Chrom', on the other hand, was progressing in a different manner. Though Robin had struck out at him with a spear, the blue-haired man simply pushed off to the side at the last second, rolling under the attack instead. The dragon of ink that Owain had sent out, on the other hand, struck its target's back cleanly. There was a visible gash through the armor that he wore now, revealing an open wound that seemed to be at times bleeding flesh and others some sort of dark energy. Even so, 'Chrom' remained unfazed by the wound and lashed out with the Falchion in his hands, aiming at Robin's extended arm in an attempt to cut it off.

@Rabidporcupine@Crusader Lord@Raineh Daze

Smoothly, in the blink of an eye, Youmu had drawn Roukanken. There was the harsh sound of each blade meeting the other, and a sudden shower of sparks. Her opponent seemed adept with the blade as well... so, quite simply, she would have to surpass him! For the moment, both of her hands were in the hilt of her exceptionally long sword, the blade of Roukanken exceeding her own height. She may have been quite a small girl, but the fact that she was wielding a sword that was longer then she was tall was still a rather unusual sight. Narrowing her blue eyes, the small, pale girl slide Roukanken along the length of the man's sword and suddenly twitched her wrist, forcing the weapon to the side! Invoking danmaku rules on her blade, she immediately stepped to his right and unleashed a rapid flurry of thrusts!

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Ah... her defense was working! She still didn't understand why she was being attacked, but Abigail knew that this person was hurting people, and that was enough for her. She had to do everything she could to stop them, but that meant waiting until she had an opening. She could afford to do that, as far as the small girl was able to tell. The strange, pale woman's attacks simply weren't capable of cutting through the barrier of glowing tendrils that she created. If there was even a brief pause between her strikes, the little blonde girl felt confident that she could counterattack in that instant!

Until the woman stabbed herself.

In a moment of horror, Abigail's jaw dropped. Why... why had she done that? What reason could she possibly have had to do that to herself? it didn't make any sense to the Foreigner-Class Servant, and she couldn't even bring herself to attack when it appeared that her enemy had committed suicide.

At least, until the swords suddenly blazed with blood and fire when they were torn from her body. Surprised, Abby attempted to step back in shock, but that wasn't enough. The swords were now slicing through the tentacles she had summoned easily! Only a few more blows would sever them completely...

She had to... she had to stop that! Abigail couldn't let the enemy break through and attack!

"I... I..."

She took a deep breath... and suddenly let the tentacles part.

"Stay away!"

Crying out her somewhat panicked battle-cry, a brilliant glowing beam erupted seemingly from the center of her forehead, tearing towards the pale woman!

@Crusader Lord@TheFake@Rabidporcupine@PKMNB0Y

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"Uuuh...uh!"

...The dark skinned man had a point, though Fran couldn't really tell him physically that was already her plan as she watched things "kick off" between the other two. The frustrations over this only seemed to intensify her own disgruntlement with the situation. Too much electric waste. She was far from home. These two idiots and the dark skinned man seemed to be in the same situation at face value, and the idiots were already trying to kill each other.

Ironically, the last bit was almost like home each morning. The "sneaks into master's bed" goon squad always did make mornings interesting when Mashu would walk in on them. Heh. Servants could truly be a silly group.

But for now, Fran kept Bridal Chest close and watched on. She could easily keep up with the speeds they were using visually, being a servant. Though this paled in comparison to those servants who could properly possess the Clairvoyance skill. Kind of like that one red-coat servant who always made great food!

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The white-haired tactician did not hesitate to continue in her assault, even as Chrom avoided her blow only to get hit by Owain's...own strange attack. She even utilized another skill of hers to try to assist what allies were doing at this time. What sort of tome was that?! Regardless, she had no time to think on it beyond basic recognition of what had happened. She knew this fighting style of "Chrom" innately, and she had to stop him before...well, the young girl seemed to be holding her own so far at least. Yes, that was a nice thing at the very least for the moment.

Robin twisted her arm in a well-trained move, shaft of the spear coming up and catching Falchion's blow. Though rather than outright block it, Robin let the blade slide down the shaft as it continued to move down. As the blade down the spear shaft, Robin flowed into making a small shove using her arm that held the spear. This would, ultimately, be aimed to redirect the gravity and swinging power behind the blade's blow to the side very suddenly and sharply. A tactic to seek to catch swordsmen in battle off-guard back home when they closed the distance against a spear user.

From here, if Falchion's blade was suddenly jostled to the side as planned, the tactician would immediately flow into a sweeping attack with the spear's blade. In such a case, at least in Robin's mind, Chrom would have to either move back to guard, or have this throat sliced open (as this is where she would be aiming the spear in this situation). If she had to, she could twist the spear's shaft again with her arm to leverage another defense...but more than that she hoped to get some distance right now. Even if briefly.

A few moments into the fight his hands itched with the restrained power of his warrens. His firsts were clenched white knuckled tights by his sides as he watched. Of all the swordsmen he has known, perhaps only the First Sword himself or one of the greatest among the Seguleh. Regardless, it was an exhibition of incredible skill.

He looked to the girl at his side. She hadn’t yet uttered a word but seemed to have some idea of what he was saying.

“Can you understand me? Are you unable to speak?”

@Crusader Lord@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y



He watched the conflict calmly, and saw his moment. The outdated clothing a weapons combined with the general supernatural things pointed the blame at vampires. Specifically Black Court. Ordinarily he wouldn’t involve himself but such a public display had to shut down.

So he stepped into the street and stole a car. With the sword wielder seemingly occupied, he took the most effective option available short of having to use his pistol. Kincaid stepped into the street and drove his elbow through a car window, opening the door and pulling the driver out and into the street. He slammed the pedal to the floor and drove it up onto the sidewalk, bearing down on the anachronistically dressed combatant.

@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y

Jin clicked his tongue in mild annoyance as his second strike was deflected, but wasted no time in reacting as his opponent moved to his side and struck out. The fighting style from the girl in front of him was reminiscent of Hibiki's, at least in terms of speed. The blades she was using, on the other hand... Those made matters slightly more concerning.

As soon as his opponent struck out once more, Jin sheathed Yukianesa and created a barrier of ice to block the attacks. Once the last strike had been thrown out, though, the Major moved forward with a slight hop and attempted to sweep his opponent off her feet with a kick. Regardless of the outcome, though, Jin immediately followed up with another iai slash, this one aimed at the girl's hands and wrists.

His Drive could wait until she was suitably weakened; revealing that right now would cause more issues than it would solve, in his eyes.

@VitaVitaAR

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Having failed the strike at Robin's hands, "Chrom" was, as expected, pushed back from his offense and forced to broke the oncoming spear strike with the Falchion instead. There was an audible clang as metal met metal, and the spear was soon forcefully warded off with a strong push in the other direction before "Chrom" took another step back.

A second later, however, "Chrom" threw his blade into the air, causing it to shine with a magical golden light, before leaping into the air to catch it and bearing down straight towards Robin. The Falchion seemed to pulse with energy with every passing moment, as the strike, aimed right at the woman's head, came crashing down from the skies.

The woman fighting Abigail, on the other hand, was forced to retreat once more as a beam of light came from behind the tentacles, her weapons barely managing to deflect most of the damage off to the side as she jumped back. There was a small chunk of her left arm now missing, the wound seared shut with whatever energy the blast had been made up of, but that didn't seem to impact her in the least.

With that said, though, being forced back didn't give her nearly as much time to react to the oncoming vehicle hurtling towards her. As a spur-of-the-moment reaction, the woman leaped into the air and brought her blades crashing down on the hood of the car before being forced off even further to the side from the residual impact.

@Crusader Lord@TheFake

She'd already recognized, by the way that her opponent held himself, that he was intensely skilled with a blade. But now he had shown additional capabilities to that. Not only was he skilled with the use of a sword, but he also possessed the ability to use ice as his weapon... Indeed, he was following up her own blows with a strike of his own! But the heir to the Konpaku family's techniques wouldn't stand by and allow herself to be defeated by something like that!

Youmu's hand flashed to her sheathed blade, and she drew Hakurouken just as swiftly as she drew her first sword, deflecting the attack! It had been a surgical strike, one aimed to disable her hands and force her to drop Roukanken, but now she wielded both blades! The small, pale girl leaped back, out of range of her opponent's weapon for a moment, and while he recovered from his initial strike she darted in with both of her katana at the ready, striking out at him with a flurry of blows!

@PKMNB0Y

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Ah... it hadn't been a direct hit, but Abigail could tell she'd managed to hurt the bad lady! It was a little unpleasant, seeing the way that she'd taken a chunk out of the woman's arm, but it wasn't anywhere near as unpleasant as the idea of letting her hurt any other innocent people... nodding firmly to herself, after seeing a vehicle knock the woman further away, the little blonde girl swiftly made her pursuit! Her barrier of tendrils faded away, but before she reached the pale woman she had suddenly snapped back to her feet! The strange woman wound up with her sword over her shoulder...

And Abigail yelped in surprise when she fired a beam of flames and blood from the tip of her sword, only barely managing to evade it at the last second! With a wave of one of her overly-long sleeves, the Foreigner Servant cast a swarm of balls of light towards her opponent, which promptly surrounded her and exploded, knocking the woman off her feet. Now, there almost seemed to be strange, bloodless holes in her form, perforating it on her left side, but she was still coming!

Lights appeared around Abigail's body, glowing tendrils emerging from them to lash out against her enemy!

@PKMNB0Y@TheFake

If she had still been doubting whether this was possibly the real Tsubasa or not, then the mockery of her singing was enough to clear it up for Hibiki. She'd been to live concerts, listened, to recordings, and even done karaoke with her--all putting aside the part where she'd sung with her and heard her singing whilst transformed. All of which was far better than the garbled song that this fake was attempting.

But just because it was a fake, it didn't mean that she could get away with not trying, with not singing her own song... something that a normal person would have thought would make it impossible to fight, not made it better. And yet, with the not-Tsubasa bearing down on her, Hibiki started to sing.

She almost wanted to see if she could catch the blade again, but the brunette was still smarter than that, and instead slid down under the slash, coming up with an uppercut... and the bracers on her arm transforming and reshaping, encasing the entire firearm in nothing less than an armoured gauntlet.

An armoured gauntlet with a rocket at one end.

Aimed squarely for not-Tsubasa's midsection, and if it hit quite likely to smash the enemy into and through much of the opposite building, even if it defeated her.

Owain watched in horror as, after Robins assault on Chrom, the corrupted exalt launched into another attack he found all too familiar. In a move which was rather out of character for the boisterous man, he wordlessly weaved a series of strange handsigns, before a shadowy figure took form right next to him. Even as the figure was still taking shape, he grabbed the figures hand, throwing it towards Robin. As the figure reached her, it finally took shape, revealing itself to be an exact copy of Owain. This copy tackled her out of the way of Aethers path, before rolling on the ground and countering the attack once more with his ink painting.

At the same time, the original Owain ran in with Missiletaine, his whole body glowing with the purple phantasmal flames of Ignis.

"RADIANT DAWN!!!" He shouted, thrusting Missiletaine at his uncles face as the ink dragon attacked once more from the opposite side.

From here, the plan would be simple. He and his clone would take turns attacking close up, while the other would support with magic attacks. With the way their bodies were linked, the supporter could keep using Renewal to heal any damage either of them took even as the close range combatant took it.

"Robin!" He shouted. "Help the girl! My courageous clone Odin and I will hold Uncle Chrom off until you two are safe!"