The sky split open, heaven returning humanity’s tribute to a great warlord.

The earth reformed itself, an empress’s stronghold remade upon the Boston landscape.

Somewhere, an Archer or a Caster must be watching, must be learning, must be thinking.

But Naoko was used to getting punched in the gut, and she was more than accustomed to rolling with the punches. The invocation of Sophie’s Noble Phantasm drained her, but with a leather bodysuit and a helmet, any sign of fatigue was impossible to discern. Instead, she continued to watch, her sharpened senses, her slowed perception of time feeding her so much more information than what she’d usually be able to take in. Information, such as the flare of a Command Seal, not in the building that the gunwielding Servant had pounced into, but in an alleyway nearby.

Who would invoke a resource like that?

The person on the losing side, obviously.

An ugly person who threw lives away with no purpose other than to cement themselves as a terrible person, who decorated themselves with gaudy jewelry meant to establish their total lack of fashion sense, who walked with such uptightness that it was absolutely clear that they had a diamond hard telephone pole stuck up their anus. That was what Naoko saw as she turned to face the foe she knew was already there. There was probably no one in this war who was more of a ‘proper’ magus than this woman. Underneath the opaque faceshield of her helmet, Naoko smirked.

[b]“Holy fuck, if you're going to be a villain, at least have some class.”[/b]

And, in one smooth motion, she drew her Sig Sauer and fired six 9mm bullets into the pervert mass murderer’s midsection.
[@LukasVolkov]