[center][h1]Scion of the Angel's Song[/h1][h2]Homuhara Academy, Nurses Office[/h2][/center][hr]
There was a certain bizarre fascination with watching Caster work, that kind of fastidiousness that was beyond human as he mired away at something esoteric and yet utterly mundane. Of course if Maurius was the sort of man who cared one lick about his servant's craft it would probably be less bizarre and more fascinating, but even his borderline apathy towards medical magecraft couldn't entirely subdue the curiosity of seeing exactly how a legendary figure conducted business. Besides, even if their disciplines could scarcely be further apart it was easy for a man like him to appreciate thoroughness.

The concerns that Caster brought to bear were far more intriguing though. Even as one who had accepted the nature of his servant and assumed this little excursion to be a waste the very idea that this grailwar could be "diseased" set his mind to turning. He put finger to chin as he prepared to answer, thinking it over both generally and tactically. The two of them were certainly an oppurtune pair to ally with given their particular skill set, but to put the proof to the pudding would be admitting they weren't truly a competitor. Ah, but to reveal as much could also be to their advantage as well if Maurius shifted his own goals appropriately. 

"[color=0072bc]Well Caster, I would certainly like to discuss the possible treatments, for myself and for this grailwar, in depth once we are-[/color]"- He didn't get to finish the thought, the sound of conflict roared over him and chased all his carefully gathered thoughts from his mind, leaving only annoyance. "[color=0072bc]...Was overlooking their trespass upon our territory not enough? Must they also try my patience with all this rack-...[/color]" He was given pause again, something in the air- subtle but divine. "[color=0072bc]-That sound. Caster, attend me. We will be making an appearance at their little party after all. Perhaps you'll even get a chance to operate if our guests don't settle down.[/color]"

Without further hesitation Maurius was through the door, briefcase in hand and a grim smile upon his face and a determination in his gait. Perhaps he had just struck gold by chance, and if not he'd make someone pay for the annoyance of it all with his own hands.

[hr][center][h1]Berserker of Mt. Ooe[/h1][h2]Fuyuki Park, Heat of Battle[/h2][/center][hr]
She was fast, but Shuten was faster and more fortunate besides. Power coursed through the little oni's body, more power than even the mighty king of Mt. Ooe had at her command already, as she received the blessings of an unseen but much appreciated patron. [color=8882be][i]Delicious, I'll kill you last then[/i][/color] she thought to herself, and to caster too. She had even done her the favor of distracting the disgusting little peach boy, so she would have plenty of time to play with her food.

The little berserker surged forward with katana in hand and that same explosive fury as before, dragging the club up and back into position as she headed straight towards her hated foe  and their own dreadful blade even as they retreated. She knew that sword, she knew what it was capable of, but she knew what she was capable of too. As the grass cutting blade came to bear it was practically slow motion to the Oni, her already insane agility boosted further by Caster gave her the opening she needed. 

The sound of steel on steel filled Fuyuki as their swords collided as Shuten attempted not to dodge the attack so to speak but rather strike clean through it with all of her might before it could properly come to fruition.  It was simple, the sword could not launch its attack if it could not be swung at Shuten, and so she struck the oncoming sword as hard as she could before it could trace a path across her, a countermeasure halfway between a parry and hitting the enemy with a freight train. 

She couldn't get quite close enough for her katana to behead Yamato in that same stroke, though it was close, but the raw force of the blow would either send the enemies noble phantasm flying or shatter the hand that stubbornly clung to it... And that giant iron club was coming around again too, and in a much wider arc this time no less. If the raw ferocity of her blows wasn't so fierce as to drive the air from the space between them the other Berserker might have heard a giggle.