[h2][center]Caules Forvedge[/center][/h2]
In the small room that had been reserved for his exclusive usage, Caules sat quietly in front of his desk, staring intently at the empty letter in front of him. The plan he had in mind, of course, was to tell his sister Fiore about all of the madness that he had gotten himself wrapped up in... For better or for worse, of course.

"Ah... But where do I start?" he asked himself, leaning back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling. The most problematic part about this  was, in fact, [i]how[/i] he had gotten involved in the first place. There hadn't even been any warning about the matter; one minute, he had been listening to a lecture in Lord El-Melloi II's classroom, and the next, both he and his classmate Rin had Command Seals on the back of their hands. To say that their professor promptly freaked out and put the class on temporary hold as he dealt with that fact would be a bit of an understatement, but one thing had led to another and brought him to where he was now—a room in a Western-style mansion owned by one of the most decorated magus bloodlines on Earth.

For him, who was by no means a standout magus in the first place, he felt like a little fish in a big pond, this was particularly jarring.

"...You know what? I think I'd be able to explain this better in person," he said, deciding it better to put the idea of writing to the side for the moment and choosing, instead, to get up and leave his room. "I think I mentioned that I'd like a computer installed here, but who knows if I can connect to the internet from this mansion. Actually, I don't even think the Einzberns would let me..."

With that, the young man left his room in pursuit of a drink of water and some fresh air, if anything. He was still on edge about the whole process—doubly so, given how far the odds were stacked against them—but there was merit to be had based on who had been summoned already. It was little solace, if any, but that was still better than nothing.

[h2][center]Rider[/center][/h2]
With a model of their surroundings laid out in front of himself, Rider simply stared at the current position of both sides of the war relative to what stood between them. The nature of their conflict was different from the 'war' he had come to know during his lifetime, and so by nature his tactics would have to change in turn. Time and time again, he shifted around, walking from one place to another as he attempted to discern locations of attack, places to ambush his opponents, and whatever else he could make use of in combat.

"Hmph. We are on the offensive in this scenario, which would make our own job exceedingly more difficult than I would prefer," he said, stroking his beard with one hand as he took a step backwards. "If at all possible, I would prefer that they attempt to strike at us..."

It only made things more worrisome that the Masters present for their faction were a group of children, who themselves seemed almost laughably unfit for the fields of war. He knew better than to judge things at first glance, of course, but to send them instead of soldiers...

Well, in the end, that was simply the hand that fate had dealt him. They were, as a collective, under his protection, which changed nothing about his plans in the end. He would protect them as he saw fit, come what may from the opposition, and so long as he drew breath he would not allow harm to befall them.