[center][h2][b][color=darkred]Flying Too Close To The Sun
Charlotte's Workshop/Hospital - (High Rise District)
Dusk - Night[/color][/b][/h2]
[@Seirei No Hai][/center]

It was all a blur what had happened. She had found the enemy Magus, Charlotte Marie Louisa de Normandie, and her Servant directly in their workshop. The Servant's stats, to put it into words... he was comparable to Lord Nobunaga, in terms of power. They were both like hurricanes, Lord Nobunaga's wind being filled with fortune and magic. Yet this other Servant's wind was filled with raw physical power, strong and swift like a tornado uprooting a house from the ground. Overall she would say the other Servant is stronger in a battle of raw power, but a Servant battle was anything but straightforward. After that things got blurry. There was a bang of some kind, electricity if Nobukara recalled correctly, she remembered this blinding pain as she seized and fell to the ground. The distant voice of her Lord calling for her, gunshots sounding off nearby as the world around her shook. When she finally came to she was in a hospital bed, Lord Nobunaga at her side. 

As Nobukara awoke she moaned in pain, her entire body burning from what could only be burns. Electrical burns to be more specific, it would appear as if she now knew what kind of magecraft Charlotte specialized in now. She pulled the needles out of her arm, the monitors flatlining as she sat up. [color=darkred][b]"How unfortunate. I might be able to heal the worst of this myself, but to function at full capacity I will require someone versed in healing Magecraft. I suppose it cannot be helped."[/b][/color] As she said this she slowly sat up, looked around the room and noted the fact that she was in a hospital. A curse of self healing was cast upon herself, a habit learned from years of training, and while it would not be enough to get her running at maximum efficiency it would be enough to get her running. Immediately doing so she finally recognized who was in the room with her.

[color=darkred][b]"Lord Nobunaga!"[/b][/color] It was probably a bad idea to try and bow while sitting up, a grunt of pain escaping her lips as she agitated her wounds. [color=darkred][b]"Forgive me my lord, I failed you. Because of my carelessness, we've lost an entire night. I will accept any punishment you deem fit."[/b][/color] Nobukara looked at her lap as she said this, too ashamed of herself to even try to look at her lord. Her benevolent lord, who saw fit to rescue a fool such as herself from an easily avoidable mistake.