[center] [h1][color=03FCDA]Amara bint Mahmud ibn Hāshim Seif [/color][/h1] [h3]Fuyuki City Hall, Shinto Town, Fuyuki City [/h3] [hr] [/center] Huh? They had a 15% increased chance of victory if she exceeded the limits of a...primate? Well, why it sounded rude, that was a tempting offer. Assuming there were 3 of each class, 21, her base odds of victory were slightly less than 5%. However, if this could boost their odds an extra 15%, making it around 20%, that would make their odds 1/5 … Well, that was an absolute easy choice! Of course she’d acc̶͖͖̟̟̲̭͙͈͖̦͙̠̙͗̍͑̉̎̒ͅẻ̴͕̥̖̞̥̬̎͆̔̐̈́͊̀̈̍̄̃p̸̰͎̈́̾̊̉̽̚t̵̛͚̺̤͔͇̜̬̖̥̖̾́̊̌̐̈́͌͑̓̅̽̂̀̇ͅ ̴̣͚̟͙̞͚̰͕̙̰̓̏̾̈́̃̓͗͛́̌̎̂͗ͅt̴̢̧̛̘͕͈͎̞͉̼̩̲́̋̄̌̄̋͌͛̈́̎́̚ͅͅh̷̬͇̳̼̦̘̞̖͋͂̎́͘͠ä̶̬͙̹͙̅̎͋̿t̶̲͚̼͓͓̲̫͎̺̩̝̀͊͆̎̿̃͘̚̚̚͠͝͝. [hr] [hr] [hr] Pain. Heh, that was odd. One of the first steps of being a proper magus is to come to terms with pain. If you groan with pain every time you opened your circuits you’d go insane. However, if a magus makes themselves insane, then the pain can’t harm them. Well, there were other reasons for why a distorted mentality was necessary for magecraft, but this was a reason. But, if that truly was the case… [center]T̸̖̖͖̤̞͈͍͈̝̆͒̊̈́͆̐̿̿̓̍h̴̠̦̰̗͎̰͕͚̟͋͋́̌̆̈͐̋̾̿̊̈́̕ͅͅe̷̢̢̛̛̗̘̭̲̼̤̼̮̲̎̃̈́̀̆́͝͝ͅņ̶̮̱̣̩̦̂͘ͅ ̴̝̖̦̥̹̱̱͓͖̮̈̿̅̐́̎͗͋̔́͘ͅͅw̵̧̢̰̬͚̖͑̏̊̑̑̒́̕̕ḩ̵͉̘̣̘̠̆̂̐̒̈́̎̀̍̂̓͘͘y̷̩̲̩̲̣͐̽̄̌͗̑̈̓́͒͊ ̶̜͖͕͇̗͊͗̋̈́̍̈͜d̸̨̛̺̰͉̯̪́́̅̅͗͊͜i̵̧̲̣̲̼̳͐͆̇͊̇̋̕d̸̳̙̮͉͕̣͕̰̽̔͆̓̍̂̎̇̿̚͝͠ ̴̱̙̮͓͇͉̪̆̀i̶͎͙̪͇͑̀͒̓̉͊̅͂̀ͅt̵̨̩̗̳̖̩̠̠̿̅̀̌́̀̊͒́̅̚ ̶͎̳͎̟̳̫̠͖͍̖͔̠́͋͗̽̋̾̚̚͜͝ḩ̶̛̛̩̱͍̟̋͒̄̕ų̴̑̔̀͆̿̆͠r̴̤͖̙̯̟͚̠͔̹̣͕̰̄͋ͅt̶̬͍̼͎̣͔̝̥̲̝͊̍̾́̿̐̊̑̊̔͑̾ ̸̻̲̥̝̖̪͑͒̀̄̿̂̏̃̀͒͝s̴̞̮̈͐͑̈́̄̉o̸͖̎̏͗̿̀͠ ̷̟̫̫͖͔͙̞̠̪̯̌͂͌̄̑̒͗́̔̾́ͅḿ̸̳̖̼͚̫͇̲̾̾̒͌̒̒̿̾̅͠ù̵̥̠͂́̉̅̓͝c̴̡͎̤̝̪̳̩̘͉̜̻̉̓̀͑͠ͅẖ̴̛͖͔͙͚̹̄͒̈̏̽̋̎̋̐̄̈́[/center] The pain wasn’t real. Or at least, this level of it didn’t seem possible. The body would twist and contort of the cocoon around it didn’t keep it nestled and secure. Still, the tension on a body just waiting to snap and crack was excruciating. All sorts of wondrous images played before the mind, all at a speed beyond perception. A flash of colors, many of them unrecognizable, took over her vision. The beginning and the end both played at once, the shared grotesque awe in their aftershock was equally mind boiling. The Heavens and Earth melded into one, their remaining dust scattered in the void to be forgotten for eternity.... [center]H̴̨̳͙͚̯̪̟̖͚͛̀͊̈́͆̾̍̈́̆̏̓͛̄͑̔̆͗̓͘͘͠͠ȇ̴̖̲͖̲̱̭̱̳͕̯͙̠̹̃̌͋̈́̌̈́́̈́̉l̸͙̍̑̂̀̀͌̊̽̈͘p̴͚̤̓̽̄͒̍̈́͆̾͗͌̑̈́͑͛̍́̆̇̄͝͠͝͠ ̶͙̝̥͚̞̰̬̹̗͔̖͖̎̏̈́̔̃̊͆̈́͛́̈́͘̚͘̕͠ͅM̶̢̧̡̢̡̲̪̖͕̫̗̹͙̯̺̼͔̮͈̯̺̮̒͊̈́͒͠ȩ̵̮̠͎͔̅̇̒̽͛̂̏̒̑̃̈͊̓͘̕͠[/center] The body was gone. On the river, in a box, all that remained were pieces of it. 14 pieces made up Amara, now they were cut apart and floating down the river. Except she was still there. Or was she? Why did Amara see the corpse of Amara? [hr] [center][color=03FCDA][b][i]Activate/Awake/Remember[/i][/b][/color] Hello.[/center] [hr] [center][h1][color=03FCDA]Amara bint Mahmud ibn Hāshim Seif [/color][/h1] [h3]Fuyuki City Hall (Nighttime), Shinto Town, Fuyuki City[/h3] [/center] [hr] The fireworks in the sky caught her by surprise. She really wasn’t expecting such a bold invitation to be sent. It seemed arrogant, but that also likely meant that the team who sent it was strong. Or at least, she hoped that was the case. Otherwise it was suicidal. Fireworks marked the beginning of something, but also something’s finale. Though, if every ending is a new beginning, then they were one in the same, right? In that case, maybe the fireworks were the perfect opener of the true beginning of the war. The Holy Grail War really started now. Avoiding The End was within her grasp, now all she had to do was grab at it. Yet, there was another disturbance as well. A closer one, near where she believed the park was. It was a much less extravagant display, which meant it likely would bring more people to it. To that extent, then it wouldn’t be worth her time in comparison to the one going on near the fireworks. Of course, the invitation to the park is ultimately the one that seemed the more interesting choice, for the simple reason that it included a name. William Flur. Rank: Fes The Flur family is allegedly descended from Merlin. For generations they’ve tried to achieve the same peaks the Mage of Flowers had. They specialize in Illusion Magecraft, almost certainly based on Merlin and British legends. If this is the case, he likely has relics from Merlin himself. More startling than that, he may still have the blood of an Incubi flowing through his veins. In others, William Flur has high potential to be a monster, making him pique Amara’s curiosity at the very least. [color=03FCDA]“Caster, do feel this wind and hear its call? I think it may be in our interest to respond.”[/color] Amara smiled at her Servant and began to move, already knowing her Caster’s answer before they needed to say it. It was asked as a formality, more than anything. As she moved, she’d make her own (basic) calculations and banter with Caster along the way. [b][Leaving: Shinto Town ----> Entering: Fuyuki Park] [/b] [hr] [hr] [hr] [center] [h1][color=FBC417]Nebuchadnezzar II [/color][/h1] [h3] Right Outside Homurahara Academy, Fuyuki City [/h3] [/center] [hr] [color=FBC417]“...Aaaahhhh, so these are modern schools! Master, write down the structure for me, please. I built more schools during my reign than any other King of Babylon. Outside of Ruling, my passion for knowledge and teaching is my greatest passion. When we win and I return in a more glorious form, I’ll build schools like these all across my homeland! I’m sure it has many, but there can always be more! Kuuuuhahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!”[/color] Little did Rider know, it was 2004, and a bunch of Iraqi schools had been bombed. In hindsight, Rider shouldn’t have brought his Master with him. It was going to be dangerous and Assassin could pop in and try to kill her. … Not that they would make it very far. [color=FBC417]“Make sure you keep close to me, Master. I’m sure most of these King will be valiant, but there could also be true brutes. Like Ghenghis Khan, Caligula, or Charlemagne. Those are some of history’s greatest brutes.”[/color] And so, Rider entered the banquet, striding in like the King he was.