A surge of power, a surge of confidence. As radiance seeped into Naoko, the costumed woman couldn't help but let out a laugh, the grin hidden behind her helmet taking on a sardonic laugh. "Who's the Servant now, I wonder," she said teasingly, clenching and unclenching her fist. There was a satisfying crinkle as the leather flexed and contorted, and she nodded slightly. "I appreciate it anyways, Sophie. Probably won't mean I'd be able to dropkick the gold boy, and I also get the feeling that you'd need to have at least A+ Agility to dodge those chains...so hey, nothing lost, yeah?"

Her hand formed an ok-sign, before she mounted the brilliant steed as well, seating herself behind the empress, before allowing her own magic to flow through her systems once more. Her body became water, fluid and fierce, as flexible as a whip. Her mind sharpened to further extremes, the world around her becoming one where seconds were shaved away ever so slowly. Her circuits bloomed with warmth, like another set of veins pumping into her body, and, with all the chutzpah of a true masked hero, Naoko formed a cross with her arms.

[b][url=https://sv.bagoum.com/voice/j/vo_111411030_1.mp3]"JUSTICE, RIDE ON!"[/url][/b]

And, like a falling star, Brilliant shot off.

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It was an ugly scene.

The sort of shit she absolutely hoped the Grail War wouldn't devolve into.

Upon a neighboring rooftop overlooking the Franz Burine Plaza, Naoko couldn't help but twist her face into disdain at the sight before her. Senseless slaughter and no regard for collateral damage. First Otto with his hilariously terrible idea of hiring normal guards when he knew he'd be going up against Servants, and now this piece of shit with a Berserker starting a fight in a populated area, smashing apart everyone in their way. God, did they seriously think that a human life was this cheap? Did the 'war' part of the 'Holy Grail War' make everyone forget that it was also supposed to be 'holy'?

[b]"Wow, fuck this shit,"[/b] Naoko said, watching corpses bloom into monstrous vines as the will-less living fired meaninglessly at another gun-toting Servant. Silver arrows pierced the mad titan from another angle, perhaps an Archer at work, while the Berserker continued his ferocious club-swinging. [b]"Sophie, think you can take the Berserker? Definitely don't wanna be friends with them."[/b]

The last thing she wanted was to join a melee of multiple servants, but at the same time, Naoko had no desire at all to let this shit continue. There was no negotiating with a Berserker to relocate to a more appropriate venue, after all, and even less negotiating with a magus who drew normies into the meatgrinder of a Servant battle.