[center][h1][color=green]Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Sapporo[/i][/center]

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[color=green]"Uuuh...uh!"[/color]

...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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[center][h1][color=white]Robin[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Akihabara[/i][/center]

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[center][i]-Rally Spectrum: Activated-[/i][/center]

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.