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Otto von Habsburg 
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The sound of crumpling metal, and shouts, was what first got Otto's attention. Moving quickly to the large bay windows, Otto drew the curtains wide open, to glance down upon the developing scene. Otto was just in time to see the result of the sharp report that echoed across the estate grounds. Instantly, hundreds of alarms began their cry inside of Otto's body.

[i]This was a Servant[/i].

Otto had scant time to use his Clairvoyance in order to glimpse into the assailants abilities. Before he could focus more onto the Servant, the form aimed a large black tube, directly towards the Habsburg Head. Otto ducked away, throwing himself back towards the middle of the room, while being showered in the crystalline remains of the large bay window. It was now time for action. 

There was no explosion, though. Instead, a deep hissing sound emanated from the object fired into the room, beginning to fill impressive study with it's gas. Otto frowned, before producing a pink sapphire from a hidden compartment on his belt. Speaking the command words, Otto launched the intricate jewel towards the hissing canister. In a flash, a gale-like wind flushed the room, taking all manners of the studies items with it out the window, including the canister and gas it had released already. 

Before Otto could gather himself, several reverbs shook the foundation of the estate. Archer had arrived to mount the defense of the Habsburg estate. Sure enough, Otto could hear the Archer's inquisitions on Otto's status, through their mental link. Instead of an answer to the direct question, Otto instead focused on transmitting to Archer what he had gleamed from his clairvoyance. It wasn't much, mainly hastily formed images of what the Servant was capable of, and less dialogue. Otto didn't have the time to explain the Servant's abilities, so he'd simply just show Archer. 

The heavy wooden doors of the study burst open, with three black-suit clad bodyguards entering. With handguns raised, they quickly made their way over to their employer, before the point-man addressed Otto, "[b]Sir, we're escorting you out of here. The 4x4 in the back is being prepped[/b]." In response, Otto could only give a curt nod. As the procession of Otto and his guards began to leave, Otto quickly grasped a golden scabbard, blade sheathed inside, from a dresser. Gripping the item tightly, Otto focused and closed his eyes momentarily, as he began flow what little Od remained in his Bounded Field into the scabbard. Absentmindedly, Otto allowed himself to be gently led through the winding halls. 

As he finished, Otto opened his eyes. He could feel the shield working. It wasn't as much as he'd prefer, but it'd be enough to repel at least one good attack. It was now time for the next line of action, finally responding to his battling Servant. [b][i]Archer, we will be proceeding with the originally planned escape action[/i][/b]. Thankfully, as Otto had learned to do, he had planned for the worst. Through the manse, the large garden, and the towards the back was his escape. Sitting by the utility and recreational buildings, was a large 4x4 that would take him off-road, and towards the nearest highway. Hopefully, as was expected, Archer would be able to buy time for Otto. 

Otto's mind raced, but in a much more calmed manner than one would expect. It was obvious, to Otto, what this was. A frontal attack with an Assassin-Class Servant? It was a probe, and even potentially carried out to foil Otto's plans for the night. Before Otto could lose himself in the wild possiblities, he straightened himself, as him and his procession made their way onto the second story. An Assassin-Class had guile and cunning on their side, but tricks and baubles only bought time for it's user, before the true strength of Archer would be brought full to bear. 

As deep echoes and vibrations continued to echo, seemingly from everywhere, mixed with the sharp retort of gunfire, Otto could only wonder what Master had the daring to order an attack like this. Gripping the scabbard tighter in his hands, until he was white-knuckled. It'd be obvious the Master wouldn't of followed their Servant here, unless they were stupid enough to attempt to engage a knight-class and powerful mage on their home turf. 

It didn't matter. Otto had made many contingencies in anticipation for things to go awry. Soon, he'd be out of the manse, and would be able to start anew. Ignoring the alarming reports of the possible current location, and identity, of the intruder from his ear-piece wearing bodyguards, Otto turned onto a long hall, his procession tightly formed around him.