[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kSuAYIn.png[/img] [b]Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria[/b] _____________________________________________________________________***[@KoL][/center] From his distance, Assassin knew he would be reasonably safe from any projectiles that went wayward. Any beams, knocked aside swords, rubble, or in the very likely case, a Saber's broken body parts were well out of range. From his vantage point, nothing escaped Assassin's vision. The Saber was the first thing he really noticed. Her armor and dress were strange, but as he watched her, he found he just couldn't make any sense of her. She easily claimed to be a knight, but of what kind? One of the Paladins of Charlemagne, or the Knights of the Round Table? Those two groups where the most likely to be summoned under that container. But then again, even he could qualify as a Saber, so it wasn't the most restricted group, since anybody with a sword really qualified. The man with the Hammer, who claimed to carry a hammer... Yep, that was a Berserker. Probably one of the rare ones that were sane enough to fight on their own accord, but still clearly insane. It was the attitude. Or perhaps that was just a thing for Kings? Either way, he was no Lancer, Archer, or Rider. A Rider usually had a mount. Kirigakure's attention drifted to both the masters and... One of them looked away. Away from his servant. Oh. OH! [b]OH NO![/b] Assassin turned his head, but even for a moment he had been looking upon Berserker. The distance took most of the force away from the presence, but even he could feel it. That was a pressure. An in human pressure that struck at the very core of an enemy. No doubt several familiars had been struck dead by the sheer weight of the man's presence, but Kirigakure could still feel it. [color=8882be]'Master, the Berserker has an aura of some sort.'[/color] Kirigakure said, transmitting it thoughts. [color=8882be]'He's a fearsome foe. The only such person I ever met with something like this... Well I'd likely have recognized him instantly if they were one in the same.'[/color] His eyes narrowed, as he dwelled on that man. That man... Sanada Yukimura. The Last Hero of the Sengoku Period. That fierce man in his red armor. Wielding a spear and riding upon his stallion. The great hero of his time. Kirigakure bowed before him, and knew no other lord of such power. The man he followed... And the man that the name Kirigakure Saizo died alongside. If Berserker was even half the man that Sanada was, this war might be difficult. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/VVcjluK.png[/img] [b]And his Snow Doll - Hibiya Park Field, Chiyoda Ward[/b] _____________________________________________________________________***[@Cu Chulainn][/center] She had flown multiple times in the past. But, Snegurochka had never flown on a horse. Rather, she had flown through the night sky with her master, held aloft by a magical sled that clambered through the night with magical bells to ward off evil. That evil was almost always Baba Yaga, her mortal enemy. But Rider was unlikely to be targeted by the witch, at least for now. So they were safe from evil curses. Maybe that was why she seemed to enjoy herself. Her snow-white hair trailing behind her, and her heavy coat billowing in the wind. But she didn't mind the cold. In fact, she adored that chilling cold air. The stallion flew through the air, and slowly settled back down. The cold winter air was crisp, and she placed her feet down on the chilled ground. Only when Rider spoke, did she turn her attention away from the snow. [quote]"Miledi, has Milord fitted you with some sort of way to draw attention to us?"[/quote] [color=7ea7d8]"Oh, of course."[/color] She said, and flashed a small smile. [color=7ea7d8]"My original Milord designed me to defend him against all enemies he may face. As such, something as simple as an attractive, silent flare is well within my power. Though, if you had asked earlier, Milord also possessed a chemical compound that could create bright lights."[/color] She raised her hand, and ice began to gather around each of her fingers. Gathering and gathering, before... She sighed, and it fired off into the air like a rocket. Her hand missing for several seconds, before slowly reforming from the rest of her body. As for the ice, it sailed higher... And higher... Until it was over the treeline, and exploded. A silent flash of light as the moonbeams caught it just right. A glittering snow that drifted back down to earth, and touched the snow all around them. [color=7ea7d8]"And please, do your best to win. My Moroz will be very happy to watch you work."[/color]