[h1][center][color=ed1c24][b]A Royale With Cheese[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Canal District, Opposite side of the Canal from the Cite[/color][/center][/h2]

Andrews had some things prepared as his bird touched down next to him. He acted quickly. In each of the eagle's claws he put a small wicker doll. The wicker dolls contained a centuries old curse of immolation. A Germanic criminal law called the Constitutio Criminalis Carolina allowed witchcraft to be an offense punishable by being burned at the stake. The curse was developed by European Witches who wanted to exact revenge on their oppressors by subjecting them to the same fate as their sisters. By contracting a fire demon it caused whoever, or in this case whatever, cursed to burst into flames in a grand pyre until all that was left wa ash. While the fire couldn't be directed by normal means it did envelope a wide area which Andrews felt was useful in combat. The wicker dolls themselves contained the hair of a dog, the being that was cursed. The dogs were long dead but the effect on them would remain until their proxy bodies we completely destroyed. A simple reinforcement spell on the wicker dolls made it so the pyre lasted a while longer. He shoved a similar doll down the eagle's throat, containing the same curse but also wearing an amulet. The amulet was the last step in a Navajo ritual of curse transference, should the eagle get close enough to the master. 

Lastly he smeared some clay on one of the wings of the eagle. This was part of a Navajo tradtion called a vision quest. Typically it was a rite of passage taken by a young man to recieve a vision. To do this he must first be allowed permission to step onto a spiritual path from a medicine man. Since Andrews technically qualified he could grant this permission. Through experimentation he found he could isolate different portions of the ritual for different effects provided it was in service of a vision. In this case he was giving his familiar a vision of justice, to avenge the innocents killed by the Berserker, through her Master's orders. After being set onto a spiritual path, mana more easily flowed through a person in order to better attune them with the rhythyms of nature. Andrews found that, much like how the universe has a background radiation that can be seen on a tv screen as magic, the universe's mana also had something akin to background radiation. Even in places where mana was scarce, traces existed. A side effect of this was that people, animals and objects could be masked this background radiation, making their own mana signatures harder to discern from the mana around them. With the amount of bloodshed, the population density, the proximity of a magus's workshop, the proximity of another servant he hoped that this was enough for his eagle to go unnoticed by Berserker. He didn't have anything to disguise it's appearance but he hoped this would be enough.

[color=ed1c24]"Go Liberty, avenge."[/color]

The eagle took off silently across the water, and if it made the crossing unscathed, would fly right over Berserker's magus. Andrews had seen the building where the magus had ducked behind for cover. If the eagle passed over, it would drop one of it's wicker dolls, the curse would trigger and an expanding pyre to fall on top of Madhisi.

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Meanwhile 

[center][h1]The Bleeding Moon[/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=00aeef]Core District, near the Residentail District[/color][/h2][/center]

After a brief reprieve and talk with Saber, Honda was leaping from building to building, looking for an opponent. Nearing the Core District he spotted a familiar face.

[color=00aeef]"I'll be damned..."[/color]

The Samurai Among Samurai leapt down in front of The Last Sengoku Hero, giving a hearty laugh.

[color=00aeef]"Fancey seeing you here, Sanada, Samurai of the Toyotomi Clan, Crimson Demon of War. I heard of many of your exploits during our era. A shame we never got to cross blades. "[/color]

He gave his spear a twirl and plunged it into the ground in front of him, not a sign of submission but rather a display of a relaxed demeanor.

[color=00aeef]"Worry not for your Master. By your oath I shall now harm a hair on their head. This night I only seek battle from worthy opponents. But before we raise arms against one another how about we, as the people of the current era say, 'catch up'?"[/color]

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