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[h2][i]The Core[/i]
[i]Operation [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZkyS5-jyj0]Chase[/url][/i][/h2]
[h3]En-Route to the Effiel Tower, scouting out the enemy[/h3]
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Paris, city of love, city of lights and to the heiress of the Schluss linage. It was a battlefield. A battlefield with too many civilians indeed. Too many children for her taste but such was the battlefield that the mages above her station had chosen. Indeed if it was her war she'd have removed the need to worry for civilians entirely. 

But it wasn't her war. She was merely another piece on the chessboard, Though knowing her she was just a pawn to be sacrificed in another players gambit. Such was the position she best fitted. Although she needed to know more about her opposition first to truly judge her position on the board. She has already sent out a vanguard of small rodents and birds to act as her eyes and ears across multiple districts. Though, her most powerful familiar had been instructed to keep close to her but remain out of direct sight, though within a distance that reaching their masters side shouldn't take long enough that Agria was defenseless.

The first rule of war is to seek out allies. Granted, if she could do so with an immense haste then her chances of winning will drastically increase as she can pool her supplies with her ally. If she can secure 2-3 allied magus, then that too will drastically improve her odds. Though she was never one to hope for such optimistic outcomes.

Thinking about what had even got her into this mess in the first place. Agria didn't so much as flinch to the thought of what had lead her to this circumstance that may result in her untimely death. A death that needed meaning before it could be given. Fear not the reaper, instead fear that you will not be remembered.. Yes that was what she was taught.

[color=silver]"Ushi, keep your eyes open, we don't want to get ambushed on the first night."[/color] The order was quick, audible. Simple. No words wasted. The way it was to be said. She didn't want to get too buddy buddy with her servant on the first night. Let bonding occur the next morning if they even survive...

For now though, she was looking for an encounter. It payed to be aggressive in finding the enemy early on. So you can adjust your stratagems for later encounters. Survival however was always a top concern. As much as she wanted to die. Agria couldn't die just yet...

Thus. She was going to live.