Katherine felt vindicated in using the cover of carnage and smoke to run away with some of the survivors that made it to the street. Hidden under her shirt she grasped the dagger she’d snagged from Berserker’s Noble Phantasm. It’s conjuring didn’t even dent the reserves. With each death the mana available to them both as simply astronomical. She felt more flush with magic that she ever had walking among her grandmother’s lilies. Her insect familiars told her a girl watched from a neighboring rooftop. Given she’d arrived at the same time Rider had she made the reasonable guess she was the Rider’s Master. She looked on at the magical construct Berserker had been dragged into. 

She ran into an alleyway, one she knew had the building with what she guessed was Rider’s Master. She held out her hand and whispered,” By my Command Seal I give you strength to kill the Rider, bath in her blood my Servant, and bring her mangled body to me as proof of her death.” The red seal flashed as one seal faded. She knew he would be feeling a sudden influx of mana and renewed strength, more than enough to crush the queen upon her ice throne. That reminded her, she poured nana into her connection with her Proxy Master. In response she knew his hand matched the seals of her own and that he muttered a bullshit command himself to match her own, for appearances. She commanded him to find a route of escape, he was still useful, and the guise of a cowardly Master working with Berserker would be a useful smokescreen after all this. 

Katherine pulled her jacket off and checked the row of bumps going up and down both arms. Her Wraiths would taste Mage boood this night. She dug into the vast pool of mana available to her and put unnatural strength into her limbs. She vaulted up and with a few leaps cleared the rim of the building. A girl, young by the looks of it, watched the plaza below. Katherine smirked. The flesh of her arms began to crack and bleed as she infused mana into her Wraiths. Vines began wrapping themselves around her arms as her lovelies grew and matured with each step she took toward the young Mage. 

“Such lovely skin,” Katherine mused. “What a lovely canvas you’ll make.” 

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