[center][hr][h3]Madhisi[/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Canal District -- close to a certain ruined fast food place[hr][/center]
“Grrr!”

It all happened too fast for any human to react to. In the split moment that passed between when she ordered Berserker to attack and the time it took for their opponents to notice to and react to it, Madhisi fell to the ground on her knees. Someone -- no, [i]something[/i] that couldn’t be human -- caught her by surprise with a curse that didn’t stick but was enough to have her throw up and almost pass up. But, more important than that, it made her aware of something…

“How could I… that’s not…” she tried to process what happened just as the pain coming from her Command Seal shot up to a whole other level. Was this what really meant to have Berserker fight on her behalf? If that’s so, what would happen when…

However, now was not the time for that, if she couldn’t get back to her feet the only thing that waited her was death.

[center][i]“Fight… kill… survive… Fight… kill… survive… Fight… kill… survive… Fight… kill… survive… Fight…”[/i][/center]
That was the only thing in Madhisi’s mind now as Lancer’s Master approached with the intent of finishing her off. Pain, grief, and the realization of her own sins, all could come later. But neither would if she didn’t finish this here and now.

With a growl and a feral grin that weren’t much unlike those of her own Servant, Madhisi pushed herself against a tree, to try and regain her footing while commanding her golem to attack.

At his master’s command, the clay familiar charged towards’ Lancer’s Master, its limbs extending in inhuman ways and turning into powerful blunt weapons. Even the toughest mage would have difficulty surviving if they were to be hit by one of these.

While her familiar bought her time, Madhisi began to cast a spell to dry up the soil nearby while the intensity of the winds grew slowly but surely. Two curses folded into one, the first to dry up the land and produce sand and dust, creating a sandstorm and the other, targeted at Lancer’s Master, a curse to make others get lost. She probably couldn’t face this mage in direct combat, but if she could disorient him she had a chance of striking a killing blow.

All that was left is [i]wait, and hope[/i]...
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Nowhere[/center][hr]
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