Katherine pushed the man off her and jumped to her feet to run just in time to witness a woman kill one of the pawns. She felt the bounded field stretch and morph in response. A Servant. Someone’s taken the bait. Katherine ran away and felt bullets pelt her back. They gave the illusion of blood spraying from her ruined flesh. She fell like a puppet with its strings cut. Another victim fell on her, covering her “corpse.” Katherine took control of her proxy Master, she saw through his eyes in a form of pseudo-possession. 

“Berserker. Come,” she said through his lips.