[h2]Alkyrieaze von Einzbern[/h2]

"Hey, useless Master, aren't you going to rein in this Berserker? Use a Command Seal, or at least try to. If he shoots you, Altera can cut him down. You might make it to a hospital," the Einzbern said, sounding rather cheerful about the entire endeavour, even with the threat of major harm, "Now, Altera, we're not leaving until you get another crepe, so try not to break the scenery."

The warlord nodded. Two objectives: destroy the Berserker if he went for his own Master or leave with a dessert. Against a sane opponent this would need no fighting and they would just wait until the dessert was made and the roadblock left of its own accord. This was not a sane opponent and no doubt there would be fighting if there was any delay. Something she was made to do.

"You heard my Master. We cannot leave yet."