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[b]Franz Burine Plaza[/b][/center]

Anybody who was somebody was aware of the attack on the Plaza. Manco, despite his rather odd behavior was indeed the kind of person who was 'somebody.' And so he had gathered a group of other somebodies, like him. The process had been simple, send his summoner out to collect the spirits of native american warriors who still prowled the sacred sites of Boston. Buried, lost, whatever they case they still existed. Then, taking their souls, he tied them to a set of familiars, and then transformed his familiars. For a man of the incan mystical arts, the ability to change another's shape was simple child's play. He already controlled their souls, and their physical forms. To make them into the forms they had in life was an easy task. Then there was the training. With Manco's rank in "Expert of Many Specializations" it was easy to pass on his knowledge to others. 

Now, Manco stood on the roof of a building, overlooking the Franz Burine Plaza. To his right, was a native American. A proud member of the Mohawk tribe that once lived in these parts. The other four were on different rooftops, surveying the situation. They were not heroic spirits, but rather glorified familiars. Only able to fight on tier with heroic spirits simply because of the training he had provided. That, and the weapons he had crafted. Each of them had a bow, silver. These silver bows came with silver arrows, a way to maximize their potential through Manco's Item Creation Skill. 

Each of them could clearly see the Assassin, and each the Berserker. The servants had finally been drawn out. Time to act. The silent order was given, and one of the familiars, a man on a building separate from Manco, fired his arrow. The silver arrow aimed at Berserker's exposed back. And then another. Each of them acting in one simple motion. Attract Berserker. Any Berserker would rush at whatever was attacking him, so, they all attacked in turns, having created the shape of a horseshoe around the area. The hotel ahead. 

[i]Fwish Fwish Fwish.[/i] Each arrow would be fired. Attempting to draw Berserker's ire, and then another from the far end would strike his back. 
[color=7bcdc8]"What a foolish creature."[/color] Manco said, eyes focused on the Berserker. [color=7bcdc8]"He's out in the open. Now, maybe that Assassin can kill his master for us."[/color] His own bow in hands, firing a silver arrow at any part of Berserker. The goal being just to hit him, rather than aim for a fatal blow.