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Otto von Habsburg 
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Otto could see his entourage shout the various commands, at a blur that appeared down the hallway from them, but Otto couldn't hear their words. The blur itself, along with the hallway, exploded in a whirlwind of debris and dust. A hand placed on Otto's back forcefully turned him back around from the cataclysm. 

Otto could swear that a large piece of marble took off the head of one of his guards, as it was launched through the corridor. The manse creaked and moaned under the extreme amount of force exerted on it. Otto knew it was Archer, none other could possibly carry out a attack of this power and magnitude. Looking back, Otto couldn't see the would be assailant blur down the hall, largely due to the dust and collapsed parts of the ceiling. 

Quickly, his two remaining guards led their charge towards another unaffected stairwell, the mansion screaming in protest to the damage done to it. The words shouted to him by one of his guards were drowned out by the sound of falling debris from above. The leased estate was coming down, Otto knew it. 

The door. A light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Shoved ahead by a heavy hand, Otto charged forth towards the opening to the magnificent gardens to the rear of the manse. Debris began to coat them, before a large portion of the ceiling collapsed upon them. Through the cacophony of falling debris, Otto could hear the wet and sickening crunch, followed by more than one scream. The shove from before was all the more Otto needed as crisp morning air assailed him. 

Looking back, only for a moment, Otto could see that this particular route was now blockaded by the increasing amount of materials that made up the manse. Gathering himself, Otto sprinted another dozen feet from the crumbling mansion, standing stoically by the large fountain that decorated a large portion of the garden. 

The manse hadn't caved yet, not completely. It still stood, although the echoes of it's strain called out onto the gardens, letting all know that it's imminent downfall was coming. Placing a hand on the side of the fountain, Otto turned as his Invincible golden Servant appeared before him. Archer was right. Otto could still sense the presence of another Servant in his Bounded Field. 

Turning, Otto began a light jog towards the rear of the estate, where the 4x4 loaded with his entourage would be waiting for him. "[b]As soon as my safety is guaranteed, recovery efforts will be started. We can't afford to lose the items I have stored inside.[/b]" Otto began, already thinking ahead of what now needed to be done. It was all Otto could do to not protest against the absolute destruction of his plans. This attack hadn't been coincidental. The enemy had made the attack knowing the implications of tonight's result. If Otto was allowed to gather that much raw magical energy, again, his victory in the Grail War would of been all but assured. This was an interdiction attack, and combined with the willingness of his Servant, the attackers had succeeded beautifully. 

"[b]Did you happen to catch sight of Assassin's master, Archer?[/b]" Otto asked, checking his surroundings as the duo were now about half-way through the extensive gardens to the exfiltration point at the rear of the estate. The location of Assassin's master was of utmost importance. While Otto was aware of most of his shortcomings, he was confident that he'd be able to beat the master of a lowly Servant like Assassin in a duel. There must be something that Otto could salvage from today's disaster, and the identity and location of Assassin's master would be the best way to remedy the awful taste in Otto's mouth.