[center][h1][color=tomato]Zoe Helena Alexandris[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][i]Banquet of Kings, Academy[/i][/h3][/center]

Zoe could virtually feel her teacher's song crawling up her back as she followed alongside him! So beautiful, and yet so modern. Luckily, she too knew this song! Not that she thought she was the utmost best...trying to say she match Orpheus in anything musical was like trying to say she could imitate a nuclear bomb with a twig. Not that Japan needed another one of those. Yet she would get better for sure, and for now could at least play something alongside her teacher! She has summoned a great servant, after all, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to take the time to learn from him. At least until they either survived or died.

The Greek mage began to play her guitar, now in her hands, to best match her teacher as the song played out in her head. She could almost hum the tune from memory herself, but all of her laborious and hard work so far was going to shine as best as it could! If nothing else, at least initially as an accompaniment of sorts on the side to a great hero of old. It was incredibly exciting, to say the very least, and the confident mage happily played along whilst humming the tune to herself. Sure she wasn't the best...but practice always made perfect! And if nothing else she was keeping in-tune! 

Thoughts of her teacher's confidence in her, as well as of the most recent affectionate ruffling of her hair, also only seemed to make her smile beam even more as they crossed her mind. She would reach true Music! She would be the true chosen hero for the world! There was nothing she could not do, if she worked as hard as she could, and that was a fact! Humanity could overcome so much, so what was hard work, practice, and time between her and a bright heroic future? Nothing! 

Besides, it made her a bit happier after the...ultimately rejected proposal she had made to that Japanese kid and his servant. However, that too could be remedied in time! She was certain that obstacle could be overcome as well! 

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[center][h1][color=salmon] Berserker (Yamato Takeru)[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][i]Fuyuki Park[/i][/h3][/center]

...The idiot. Yes it was nice that, maybe, she'd get something to try to smash and slash to vent her frustrations some. On the other hand, inviting the entirety of the war into an open deathmatch arena was also suicidal as all hell. Sure this class made her angry enough on the average, like her temper was always turned on, but at the same time even she had learned from her own blasted mistakes! Going it alone and trying to be a badass was stupid enough to get her killed for pity's sake! Not that she hadn't been successful...curses. Liking it or not she had been roped into this plan, and at least her idiot of a master had taken time to get ready for this. That had been better than his earlier misadventure, for which she'd properly smacked him after finding an alley to hide in for a moment. 

[color=salmon]"You had better hope your idea tonight doesn't get us killed. I'm no pushover, but you're also built as strong as wet paper and just invited a veritable disaster in for all we-"[/color]

Yamato had finally decided to speak up to her master, when suddenly as great crash landed in the Park. Or rather, what had landed and formed the trench now carved into the park itself. But...

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[i]WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG[/i]
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...This 'thing' was no hero. It was a servant, but it was also something else entirely. Yes. It was easy to tell, and a familiar tingle ran up her own spine that sparked an instant recognition in her mind. That sheer density of the prana pouring off of her, that sickening miasma of heat, those horns and gourd and demeanor. 

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[h3][i][b]ONI ONI ONI ONI ONI[/b][/i][/h3]
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A damned oni. Yet this was not just any oni...it was the spawn of 'that'. 'That' which had been slain by a god, and from whose body had been withdrawn this holy blade. Yamato could feel it in her bones, her body remembering a great battle long passed. For the first time, the hero also gritted her teeth. She then only barely turned her head to the left, to see her master out of the farthest corner of her eye whilst keeping the oni before her securely in her sight. 

At the same time, before she could speak to William, Yamato also witnessed another servant walk up who was clearly Japanese. That 'peachy' bright smile and disposition, that sharpened steely gaze, and that childlike aspect he seemed to carry all spoke of one thing. One person. Even way he smiled brightly into the face of something monstrous was a hint, being something the Berserker's instincts gleaned some form of familiarity from that reminded her of herself. A monster slayer, one that could look even upon an oni with a readiness to fight. 

...Truly fate had a way of repeating itself, did it not? At least it felt like such tonight.

As William could perhaps notice, at least whilst Yamato was glancing back at him with her other eye on the oni, her face was becoming unnaturally and entirely solemn and serious. Not even an ounce of her anger at him, of her frustration at his antics even, was written into her expression. For a brief moment, the face of a serious hero shone back under the light of the moon.  

[color=salmon]"Master, if you listen to me about anything tonight...listen to this you thrice-damned flowery fool. Listen to me and listen well. 

Stay away from this 'thing', whatever you do, and stay the hell away from it at all costs. You know not what you have brought here this night. And if you yet still survive tonight, then we are also going to have serious words indeed. This is my one and only warning."[/color]

After speaking to only where her master could hear, Yamato then looked forward once more in full at her two opponents. Well...primarily just one. Her mouth bent, forming into a wide, fang-bearing grin wrought with a mixture of readiness, focus, and a greater fury seething underneath. However, one last thing was in order, perhaps, before they could begin...and it was hard enough to hold herself back as she was right now. Very hard. Such so that the Kusanagi naturally appeared in Yamato's hands without her having to think too hard about it, instantly enveloping both in a mighty barrier of wind that flickered and raged like a furious divine storm. 

[color=salmon]"Good evening, warrior who conquered the island of demons. I think we both know what must happen...though if you do not state wanting to take a stab at her first, I will be unable to hold back any longer,"[/color] the Berserker said, her gaze still focused intently on the oni before her before finally addressing the elephant in the room more directly, [color=salmon]"But you, beast? I would think that your precious 'otōsan' would have passed word along to you into the afterlife to stay dead. Or was he merely too terrified to say anything, after I slew him with my bare hands upon the mountainside?

By my honor as a the divine sword of the Emperor, by which his enemies are smitten, and as a descendant of the goddess, blessed by her grace...I swear you shall never survive this war!"[/color]

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