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Waver simply nodded at William's terrible joke with a shaky smile. "Y-yeah, I've never heard that one before... ahaha." When Rider landed and gave his report, for a brief moment Waver tensed up. It was when he mentioned golems, it was only for a moment, a blink and you miss it kind of thing. Waver certainly calmed down when William asserted their need for a Saber to accompany them to the Church. And so the plan of action was decided, Rider would assault the platoon on his own while Saber would act as a guard to the two of them on their route to the Church.

Rider's assault on the platoon did not go unnoticed, their faceless gaze drawn immediately to the sky as he drew near. Shields were drawn from their backs, raised to the sky in a perfect defensive formation to block to hail of arrows from the sky. Some perished from the winds, but their bodies shielded the rest and quickly disappeared into the crowd without a trace once the initial attack ended. Thus began the return volley. Shields lowered all at once, revealing dozens of archers with bows drawn and pointed directly at Rider. A wordless screech erupted from each of their 'mouths' in unison, a noise reminiscent of p̬̟̪̜̫͌͘a̦i͊̂ͤ͏ņ̞̣͚̩̠̜͍̆̎. The arrows were released like a storm, a wall of steel flying towards Rider rapidly to try and bring him down so they could overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Meanwhile with Saber and William, Waver simply lead them through the streets as quickly as possible, jumping at every little sound made by the eerily quiet city. "I haven't been here for all that long honestly, but it never used to be this quiet. Even at night, there was always some sort of noise. Crickets, two people talking in their homes, the quiet rumble of a car as it drove by. This quiet... it just feels wrong." Waver seemed... angry as he looked ahead. His posture was stiff and his fists clenched tightly as he looked straight ahead with anger blazing in his eyes. The awkward silence was deafening.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, this silence was interrupted by the clattering of a trash can as a faceless soldier came from around a corner, it's blank 'face' turning towards the group as it began to drool black mud. It didn't hesitate one bit as it sprinted towards the group, a spear materializing in hand as it ran directly for Waver. His eyes widened with fear as he backed up, trying to move behind Saber as quickly as possible. It spoke volumes of how much he feared these things, despite his training as a Mage, he made no attempt whatsoever to defend himself. He simply hid.