[center][color=red][b][h2]Berserker[/h2]

[i]Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery[/i]

Current Location -- Retreat[/b][/color]
[@KoL][@GreenGoat][/center]

Mordred had astralized quickly once she felt the temperature of the hall of bones begin to rise, grabbing her Master and dashing forward to escape those cursed flames. It was no question of whether or not she could outrun them, her physical capabilities were beyond the likes of any other Servant in this war. No, the true question was whether or not Dietrich would even be able to find the pair after Mordred slammed into third gear, the force from each of her steps tearing the walls apart and causing the tunnel to collapse in on itself. The tunnel crumbled around them as Mordred let her Master navigate their way out of the maze, each leap forward creating a sonic boom that further obfuscated their position to the pursuing Dietrich. Every turn they took, every branching path which they moved through, Mordred destroyed everything around her just from existing and exerting force.

From the outside where Tenryuu stood, the following would likely have happened by now. Several explosions caused by her familiars, killing several innocent homeless people as they scrambled to try and escape the rumbling building. The building would shake itself apart completely soon after Dietrich made his way into the catacombs, collapsing and finishing off any homeless people who couldn't make it past the exploding familiars, likely all of them. Finally, the ground would continue to shake for quite a while, heading away from Tenryuu as Mordred and Madhisi made their escape deep into the catacombs. Most likely, a lost cause to try and track them down due to the labyrinthine nature of the catacombs.
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[center][h2][b][color=darkred]Third Time's The Charm
Bois de Boulogne
Night 3[/color][/b][/h2]
[@Seirei No Hai][@Reflection][@GreenGoat][/center]

Nobukara looked over their spoils dispassionately, nothing but worthless pieces of art and the blood of a dead Magus. Well, not worthless anymore according to Chieko, but she would take her opinion as an art critic with a grain of salt. [color=darkred]"I think that as long as you don't tell her what the paint is, she'll love it. Most noble types tend to enjoy the finer things in life."[/color] She was handed a vial of blood, Nobukara actively feeling it out to see if she could sense the karmic link attached to it, possibly leading her directly to whoever it had come from. A serial killer was bad news in the end, brought too much unnecessary attention to the city and in turn to the grail war being conducted right under their noses.

Nobukara let Chieko take the vial back with little fuss, in the end it wasn't her problem after all and if the Church officals deemed this serial killer to be a big enough threat then they would announce such at a later date. Chieko also brought up a fairly good point, this grail war was highly irregular. From her last count, there were at least 12 different Servants in this Grail War, some of which were the exact same class. The city's leylines shouldn't be able to handle such stress either, as two of the Servants were high class Berserkers that drained more mana than the rest of the Servants combined. This war was certainly an oddity but...

[color=darkred]"In the end, it can't be helped. No matter how irregular this Grail War is, it's simply not our concern. If it was truly a problem, the Overseer or Ruler class Servant would have stepped in by now to correct the problem or perhaps they already are. Our duty is to carry out the ritual, not to investigate the goings on of the city. Perhaps if this painter had spent more time focusing on shoring up his own defenses and preparing for attack instead of investigating serial killers, he might have lived."[/color] Nobukara shrugged, her eyes closed as she brushed aside the minor issues that Chieko brought up. [color=darkred]"As for your ritual, rest assured I will be keeping you safe. While... onee-sama is the one who I am most concerned with serving, I will be treating you as a secondary client until such a time where we are the last Master and Servant duo standing. From there... well, I have an idea that may not lead to bloodshed. We will have to see when we get there."[/color] Not should we get there, but when. Her confidence shone through her relaxed demeanor, her senses constantly on edge as she stayed aware of threats. She is a ninja after all.