[center][h2]Kriemhild[/h2][/center]"Hahaha! Yes, that's more like it, show us what you are made of, Berserker!" Kriemhild said before bursting out in a fit of crazed laughter. Whether it was to kill, or capture, going after a prey that wouldn't fight back was not enjoyable at all. Seeing Lancer pay the price for his insolent barking was just icing on the cake. However, it seems like the mad dog—the one that was their ally—was still enjoying this battle. If that's what he wants, then so be it, Kriemhild didn't care either way. If nothing else, Lancer thinking that she was doing this for the same reasons as him would probably make him less obnoxious to stand around in the future.

"Beware, Lancer, if you let your mouth do the talking instead of your blade..." Caster snapped her fingers, producing another Rune which made a wall of roots and brambles to burst from the ground, shielding Rosa and herself from the spray of concrete shards, "... you might end up having to eat a mouthful of dirt," she said before weaving her hand, causing the same brambles that protected them to shoot towards Berserker, trying to skewer her like a hail of many enchanted rune spears.

"Also, don't worry about it, Child. You have amused me so far, letting you perish would be too much of  a waste," she finally said, answering Rosa's plea. "You can hold on tighter if you want more comfort, or enjoy the confrontation. Our enemy doesn't seem to have any form of resistance to magecraft, maybe even your spells could harm her, if you are willing to give it a try. There's no need for a Master to be passive while their Servants do all the job, is there?"