[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4gmGfdt.png[/img][hr][h1][color=9e0b0f]Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
Having spent the entire day making her rounds of the manor, the small girl circling around the property and crossing through the labyrinth of rooms over and over again as she reinforced its structure. Sure, her Master had asked her to 'clean up' the house, but she could both tidy up anything that appeared out of place while subsequently setting up her territory to strengthen the household. It seemed her Master was busy doing...well she wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it wouldn't be very hero-like of her to not double up on her work under her Master's order.

At the end of the day he approached her, two unfamiliar objects in hand. Hou Yi leaned forward, a curious spark in her eyes as she observed the colorful treat in his hand. A...waffle taco? She had never heard of such a spectacle, but if her Master were to look at her with such distinct elation, there was no way she could possibly believe this form of food to be anything but delicious. 

On his request, the two climbed to the roof of the house, setting themselves up to indulge in her Master's culinary masterpiece and watch the sunset. For a war, this was quite different than what Hou Yi had expected, but that's not to say she didn't find herself enjoying the moment. 

[right][b]Twitch.[/b][/right]
That bright golden gaze of hers shot to the sky just as Ron spoke up. Eyes narrowing, realization dawned on the Servant.

[color=ed1c24]"Master, we are nowhere near Christmas and that's no Santa Clause."[/color]

With a quiet click of her tongue, Hou Yi rose to her feet immediately, eyebrows furrowing as she kept her eyes on that red plane he pointed out. 

She could feel it. She could sense it. There was a servant in that plane.

[right]Blink.[/right]

Thankfully Hou Yi's clairvoyance was more than ample for her to clearly see every detail of the plane, memorizing it's build, and every detail of the two men inside, memorizing their faces. Without taking a second to look at her Master, she materialized her bow from that morning, the falling sunlight seeming to catch on every curve and angle of the weapon from legends past.

Turning to the side, she closed one eye. An arrow appeared in her right hand.

[right]Deep breath.[/right]

Her right elbow cocked back, the girl drawing her arrow along the bow as she took aim. Had her Master began to protest, she would drop the arrow and allow the plane to pass as long as there was no show of hostility, but given her history in battle, Hou Yi could not overlook this moment.

What should have been the silence of a calm sunset paired with waffle tacos had been disrupted by the mechanical grinding of an aircraft overhead. She would return the silence once more.

[center][i]You are Hou Yi. She whose shots can cause the fall of nine suns. You whose aim has never faulted. You whose target has never left unscathed. You are a hero. Release your arrow.[/i][/center]
With her mental preparation complete, the Archer aligned her arrow with where the plane's engine cluttered and cranked, the girl prepared to once more remove a bothersome existence from the sky she loved.

The pluck of a sudden lack of tension in her bowstring. The silent slicing of her arrow flying through the sky. The golden gaze of the Archer watching the plane as she awaited the hit.[hr]
Master: [@Cu Chulainn]
Plane: [@tehchron] [@lucker13]