[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

Bradamante had chosen the wrong opponent for such an approach, the rapid propulsion familiar--too familiar--of his king and Sir Mordred. The speed bought no surprise, no panicked reaction; just a sliding deflection as the Saber allowed himself to be pushed back and prepare to try and finish the fight, regardless of any attempted blocking with the shield. Just keep deflecting, then leave a deliberate hole in his defence, almost negligible against anything but a Servant--but to strike it, with the length of Bradamante's spear and Arondight, would require overextension... and then he would go for the throat.

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[h2]Alkyrieaze von Einzbern[/h2]

Altera gave no motion to follow as Benienma chased off in pursuit of Hijikata, seeming entirely annoyed with the whole affair... and somewhat confused as her Master's gesturing had an even-more-nervous stall owner handing over another crepe. But the young girl was seeming quite happy to simply buy more crepes, and in all the conflict he had scarcely had time to even consider running... it was probably best not to annoy the person whose Servant had helped make quite a mess of the street. Best to serve them before getting away.

"I need to speak to Da Vinci," Alkyrieaze stated, getting to the point, "Someone or something is tampering with command spells and there aren't many other people familiar with Makiri's work."