[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

In the scant seconds after Benienma had shouted her orders, Hijikata appeared to have snapped out of his Mad Enhancement. But rather then surrender, he instead immediately raised his rifle and opened fire!

The redheaded girl tensed, ready to evade, but realization soon struck that he hadn't aimed for her. No, instead, his rifle had fired upon a fire escape hanging above the heads of a crowd that had built up nearby to watch the fight. She hardly blamed the civilians, a clash between Servants even in a city of Servants was impossible to ignore. But their lives had been placed in immediate danger...! Hand still placed upon her blade, the small enma took a deep breath as she bent low. The safety of the innocent people nearby was the most important thing!

With a sound much like the gunshot that had been fired, Benienma rocketed across the distance between herself and the falling fire escape! It had barely begun to descend when she reached it, drawing her blade in a flash. The katana struck once, splitting the metal structure in two, and the enma's platform geta clacked again as she pushed off the opposite building. This time...!

It was impossible for a bystander to perceive what actions took place. Benienma's blade was drawn and flashed again and again and again, cleaving the air over and over before an observer could even blink. By the time her katana was sheathed, the fire escape had been reduced to harmless, tiny chunks, with very little momentum behind them.

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[h2]Mihama Nanako[/h2]

It took a moment for Nanako to even realize what had happened. The sleep deprivation, the horrible realization that the construction workers had been eaten, she barely understood what had occurred, mind unable to even parse Meltryllis's words for a few moments. What she did realize, however, is that she had been attacked. That crossbow bolts had rained down towards her in her stunned state, and it was the Alter Ego's efforts that had prevented her from being riddled with them and dying.

And then the Servant was off.

The sight Meltryllis arrived at was indeed, finally, the attacker. Like the Berserker, his form was cloaked in shadow. He had a hood up, and a face that almost seemed to be nothing but inky blackness, features almost entirely nonexistent. Whatever thought processes were behind that darkness clearly hadn't expected to be directly attacked so swiftly, even as the Shadow Archer brought his crossbow up to bear.

But it was clear that the advantage was now held by Meltryllis. It was over quite swiftly, the Shadowy figure bleeding crimson after having been slammed to the ground, without making so much as a single sound.

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[h2]The Hospital[/h2]

Kiara delayed for a few moments, until Mary had fallen asleep after a brief greeting. It appeared it wasn't a subject she thought best to discuss while the girl was awake. Once she was taking a nap, however...

"Saikawa-san had been visiting me for emotional counseling," she explained, "I offer my services to anyone suffering from day-to-day stress and other similar problems. I'm hesitant to reveal any further details, as I feel that would be betraying Saikawa-san's trust. But I'd spoken to her many times before now, and she is quite a lovely, sweet girl I am happy to have met."

The nun paused for a few moments.

"... What happened? I know she was shot, but..." Kiara frowned, glancing back towards the bed, and the girl's sleeping figure, "... It's hard to imagine why... was it an out of control Servant...?"

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[h2]The Arena[/h2]

"Ah!"

Bradamante was unable to react swiftly. In spite of the speed of her advance, she was still take off-guard by quite how quickly that sword moved and took her spear with it. Realizing quite swiftly that it was a bad idea to be as close as she was while left completely open in such a manner, the blonde-haired paladin of Charlemagne leaped back, taking a more defensive stance for the moment.

"... To be expected of the Knight of the Lake," she said, finally. The comment she'd intended to sound respectful instead was marred by a voice jittering with excitement and uncertainty. To actually be fighting one of the Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot no less... It was still almost too much for her. 

[@Raineh Daze]