[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2] Unfortunately, it was clear that the other Sessyoin was adept at arts relating to the repelling of spirits. Benienma brought her sword down again and again, trying to find a weakness in the barrier, and each time it sent that awful burning sensation up through her arms. But she couldn't stop, she had to get through this barrier. The more she watched the evil Kiara's assult, the more she became disturbed, the more urgent it became. She couldn't let her Master be harmed! Nor Jason, nor Sessyoin-san! But on top of that, she was beginning to fully understand the evil Kiara's plot. Nothing that could be done to stop her... This other Kiara, her intent truly was...! The red-headed Enma had to break through! She had to get through this barrier! But the edge of her katana wouldn't do, it couldn't break through like this! She had to get out, she had to disrupt the barrier somehow! She had to stop the evil Kiara before anyone was harmed...! If attacking the barrier itself wouldn't work, then if Benienma could assault the monstrous woman's constitution at range... then maybe...! The sparrow girl sheathed her blade, and took a deep breath. From within the sleeve of her kimono, she produced a small box, which enlarged to fill both of her hands almost immediately. This was her only option, as anything else simply could not wear down the barrier swiftly enough...! If the barrier was anti-spirit, then her Master could pass through it without issue! Wordlessly, Benienma shook the box towards her Master, then raised it in a throwing motion. If she spoke aloud, the Evil Kiara could understand just what she intended, but if her Master took the box and threw it towards her...! Sessyoin Kiara gritted her teeth. The assault from her other self was unrelenting, putting the very limits of her devotion to the test. The mudras she was executing were holding for now, but with every blow she deflected she could feel herself weakening more. But she couldn't let her other self through. She couldn't fail. While she did not understand what her other self's true plan was, she knew in her heart that if she was taken, if she was consumed by the monstrous doppelganger, that the world would suffer for it. But the sheer strain being placed on Kiara's body was overwhelming, a searing pain burning away in the core of her body. A shuddering cough ripped through her frame, and blood splattered across the grass. Ah... she'd coughed all that up...? Her hands were burning, too... "I... won't allow you past!" she declared, in defiance, "Jason! Don't listen to her! Grieve for your friend, for the one you have lost, but do not let her words twist your mind to believe that you are useless!" Even now, even desperately pushing back against her alternate self's onslaught with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Kiara couldn't allow someone to give up on themselves! "The pain of losing a friend can be overwhelming. The frustration at feeling as if you can't help, as if you only make things worse, can be crushing!" Sessyoin Kiara's body was trembling under the effort of maintaining her barrier, her hands flashing faster then the eye could follow even as her body was wracked with pain. "But even after everything, you tried to help! You tried to stop the rogue Berserker, and you did all you could to assist with the investigation! Even if it didn't work out, that doesn't make it wrong!" She faltered, catching herself as she nearly fell. "Would Mary-san want you to give up, Jason? Don't think about what you failed to do in the past! Think about what you can do [i]now[/i]!" [@RoleplayerRoxas][@PKMNB0Y] [hr] [h2]Mihama Nanako[/h2] That was good. Nanako didn't know what she would have done if her move had failed and Meltryllis had been critically injured, or even killed... Knowing that she was safe was good. A Servant could easily recover from the injuries that she'd sustained from the Shadow Archer. The brunette took a deep, shuddering breath. Meltryllis... she was worried? Of course she was, she'd been looking out for her this whole time. She didn't want her to worry... and the amount of blood she lost was looking pretty bad. Leaving the bolt inside would stem it a little, but... ... Why was she taking it so casually? A part of her brain concluded it had to be the shock. "Y-you're right... I'm living for both of us, so it wouldn't just be bad for me..." For both of their sakes, she had to get to the hospital quickly. As Nanako began to roll over, to force herself up with one hand, the bolt that had been preventing her from bleeding even more started to fade away... [@PKMNB0Y] [hr] [h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon[/h2] It was as she feared. The attack on the arena wasn't the end goal of the mysterious assailant: Rather, it had been intended to use to gather magical energy for another purpose entirely. "Then we [i]must[/i] follow it. If we do, we shall find the culprit behind this monstrous attack," Arturia declared, glancing towards Lancelot and the other knights. But before she could proceed away... There was a terrible sound from outside of the arena. Without a moment's delay, the petite blonde knight sprinted towards the exit, and was shocked to see the CCF reinforcements fighting among one another! Seemingly, several of the Servants that had arrived turned on the others. "What... what is going on?!" One of the nearest CCF Masters, a young black-haired woman in a white and black CCF uniform, turned at the sound of the King of Knights' voice. "We... some of the Servants just... suddenly started attacking the others! They're trying to stop themselves, but it's like a command seal was used on them!" Her apparent Servant was an en-robed figure, floating above the battlefield and using a hail of laser beams to try and disrupt the fighting and make it easier to subdue the Servants who had been seemingly controlled. Arturia hesitated. The path to the culprit was in their grasp, and yet... they couldn't just abandon a situation as dire as this. What could she do? What could- "My King, I can block them!" It was Sir Gareth. She'd run up alongside them, a look of determination on her face. Arturia was silent for a moment longer. Yes... Her knights... "Sir Tristan, Sir Gawain, Sir Bedivere, Sir Gareth, Sir Mordred!" called Arturia, "Subdue the CCF Servants who have been taken over! Sir Lancelot, with me! We must stop this madness!" With that, she scooped her Master into her arms. The reason for this was twofold: She had to keep her Master away from danger, and she also had to ensure her Master could direct them to the culprit's location. "I apologize, Master, but this seemed to be the quickest option!" So it was to the south-west... [@RolePlayerRoxas][@PKMNB0Y][@Raineh Daze][@ghastlyInc][@Rune_Alchemist]