Boston Park Plaza Hotel

Archer felt his nerves recovering quickly from the energy he'd exhausted. Flexing the bare muscular and calloused fingers of his hand he'd reaffirm this notion. The energy had already returned to him in the mere hour they'd been driving and setting up shop here. Unable to idenitfy or track Assassin or even find her Master they'd retired for now. Readorning himself in his fashionable black suit the Invincible Archer would be sprawled out in a chair silently as Otto paced back and forth with a mixture of emotions that the machine of the bow couldn't fathom. He'd protected his Master from an unknown threat no matter the cost. Great wars had often had much more sacrifice than a modest bit of housing, "[u][b]Of course. You needn't concern yourself of that detail... I'll find your trinkets Master.[/b][/u]"

By this time it was likely that the estate was crawling with Police and other individuals drawn by the smoke and destruction. The thought of the battered and bruises guard flashed to mind. The broken man that had escaped death with the intervention of an angel. Clad in black as a matter of fact, "[u][b]And if any witnesses on the scene?[/b][/u]" Sure he could sneak in through spirit form but clearing a less than minor amount of debris wouldn't be a quick process. Though he was sure he could come up with more than a few distractions to keep them occupied with minor collateral damage and mayhem. Not that he'd even hesitate to slay everyone who'd get in the way of him and the Jewels that his Master sought even if it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. 

Taking the pendant Archer would stand to his feet and take the Jewel of Shared Perception and tuck it into his breast pocket. The Golden Bowman bowed once before  fading into a icy golden mist. The last feature to vanish from Otto's eyes were those piercing blue eyes that illuminated the soul itself. Then his strongest pawn was off on the wind to venture back to the estate... Using the wind itself to make the journey unknown to everyone in the city. A possible calamity was passing through their midst. 


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Ten minutes later, after the multiple hour drive to the Hotel Otto had procured, the well dressed destroyer reappeared in the garden with a casual expression on his face. Hovering for the slightest moment his feet would touch down on the ground  with a faint 'tap' as he surveyed the wreckage. Turning to face the reality of his power in its entirety his radiant gaze flicked across the entirety of the rubble. His mind reconstructed the rooms and elements within them to try and determine where he'd begin digging. He'd have to make his endeavor here quick and to the point. Like an architect flicking through blueprints he'd connect patches of raw and marred earth to the map he'd conjured in his mind's eye, "[u][b]Right about here...[/b][/u]" The feeling of the earth beneath his feet was satisfying. The texture of broken rock cracking soothing to his ears as it reminded him of his barren homeland. 

Morbid and strange, sure, but it was something that he couldn't help drawing reference to. Turning his senses outwards he'd sense a tug on his Spiritual Core. A familiar presence that was like yet unlike his own. Turning halve a step on the rubbled earth he'd scout his surroundings before taking note of the vehicle parked nearby and how it'd been abandoned. The blue eyes drifted slightly over more to the guard's ruined shack nearby that the bowman had leveled himself, "[u][b]You there.... Whomever arrived in my absence. Come out and identify yourself.[/b][/u]" There was no need to play nice when it was obvious that there was a Servant involved, and they likewise could sense his arrival. His tone wasn't threatening but it was, at the same time, far from casual or friendly. A prince demanding those in his presence to bring themselves to light.