[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin[/h2][/center][/color]
[color=ed1c24][center][h3]Fuyuki Park – Enjoying the Show a Little Less Now[/h3][/center][/color]

The ground shook repeatedly, each tremor bigger than the last as the little demon girl began her assault. The tree that Assassin was hiding behind, along with every other tree in the vicinity, toppled and fell as the very dirt they were rooted in was ripped apart by the shockwaves, forcing the Servant to find another hiding place. It wasn’t strictly necessary, since his Presence Concealment would keep him from being detected whether he was in cover or not, but he felt an instinctive need to put something between him and those he was watching.

Lightning rained from the sky towards the other two Servants, while leaving the demon alone. Even so, the attack was unlikely to have come from the girl herself, which meant that there was a fourth player involved her; or fifth, depending on it you counted Assassin. He didn’t, so four it was.

With this the stage was set, all of the actors had revealed themselves and the battle was truly underway. The little demon girl would clash with the ‘Strongest Berserker’ and the unknown source of the lightning was being chased down by the young Saber, the result being the kind of battle that warriors and heroes lived for. It was enough to make a person’s heart race and their blood boil, the sort of thing that some Heroic Spirits allowed themselves to be summoned for just so they could experience it again. Assassin watched the unfolding melee with sharp eyes, having no trouble following the action as his eyes darted behind his mask, and the whole time there was only one thought running through his mind.

He didn’t want [i]anything[/i] to do with it.

[color=ed1c24][i]“What’s that Master? You [/i]don’t[i] want me to try and fight these monsters? Well… if you insist.”[/i][/color]

Slipping away from his latest hiding place, Assassin pulled back to the very edge of the park and began to circle around. The man who had been with the strongest Berserker earlier, the one who had invited them all here, had disappeared before the combat had begun, but perhaps he was still around her somewhere; Assassin had not seen him reappear anywhere nearby but it made sense for him to remain close to her Servant. Staying too close would risk him being caught in the fighting, but straying too far from your only protector had its own risks; if he had to guess, Flur was still in the park somewhere. As for the other Masters, well, none had shown themselves quite so blatantly as Flur but there may be one or two lurking around.

In fact, maybe they were all huddled together behind a tree, watching their Servant’s try to kill each other while having a nice chat.

Silently, Assassin hurried towards the tree in time to hear the tail end of their conversation. Flur was there, as were two others; one less than the number of Servant’s currently fighting, which either meant that one had decided not to leave safety to be here themselves or they were somewhere else in the park. The woman was named and Assassin hoped his Master was paying more attention that he, because what a name it was; Flur asked who she was the Master of and the fact that he didn’t bother to include the Saber in his query was telling. Assassin’s eyes flicked towards the young man who completed the trio, he would be the boys Master then.

Rather than answer, Amara bin-whatshername turned and ran, fleeing faster than a human should have been able to. Assassin wanted to chase her, oh how he wanted to chase her, to stalk her and harry her as he had in days long past; he would hunt her down and terrify her and take his time taking her apart, only to leave her alive to tell tales of him.

He imagined his Master might not like that last part; she might not let him have his fun if he didn’t get the results she wanted. Perhaps if he killed these other two she would let him indulge himself a little elsewhere. Assassin considered the two men, one the Master of the strongest Berserker and the other the Master of the young Saber. Which one should he kill first? The Berserker was probably the larger threat in the grand scheme of things, though both were more than a match than a simple man like himself.

But then again, should he kill both? Or would it be better to leave one alive for now? If he killed them both, then who would be left to deal with the demon girl? Leaving powerful opponents alive was a risk, but at the same time they could potentially keep each other in check; if he took out every Servant who could keep the demon girl in line then she would inevitably turn her attention towards him and his Master…

Bah, thinking like this was making his head hurt. He was not a man for games of strategy or war like this; he was a scoundrel and a menace and nothing more. He would kill one at random and then deal with the other if there was time; the night was young and he had a youthful maiden to pursue, he couldn’t waste any more time with this.

[color=ed1c24][i]Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a Magus by his toe
If he hollers, slit his throat
Eeny meeny miny moe
[/i][/color]

Assassin’s claws glinted in the moonlight as he prepared to strike, his Presence Concealment dropping away as he appeared behind his target. His hand shot forward, attempting to drive it like a spear through the chest of one Kotaro Toshizo.

[@Aoko Aozaki][@Flood][@Argonaut]