[h2][center]Jason Liu[/center][/h2]
The sudden escape of the captive Saber had caught Kiara off guard as she reached for her counterpart, and her body had promptly paid the price for her hubris. The instant that the hand she had been using to reach out towards her battered counterpart was sliced off, she moved backwards, blood dripping from the stump where it was once attached.

Even so, the loss of a single limb did not seem to faze this Kiara much—as much as the 'her' that she was pursuing was rendered almost wholly immobile from her assault, the casual nature by which she looked at her wound, coupled with the faintest of smiles, made Jason wonder (however briefly) if she was anywhere within the realm of being called a 'human' any more.

"An Evil of Humanity... Yes, that [i]does[/i] have a nice ring to it," Kiara responded, holding the stump of her arm upright. Slowly, steadily, a stream of tendrils began to emerge from her bloody flesh, and upon closer inspection, the hands at the end of each began to link together with one another. The bleeding had promptly stopped with that, of course, but soon more handlike tendrils began to break through, reforming her body until it was as if the hand that had been sliced off was never injured in the first place.

"But no, sadly, I have not yet obtained such wonderful pleasure; calling me something like that would be rather [i]premature[/i]," she continued, glancing up at the sky, tinted by the barrier as it was, before turning back towards Benienma. "But no matter. I wish you would have stayed in your little birdcage, but I suppose that this cannot be helped."

With one arm raised to the sky, the deluge of mana that had been gathering elsewhere in the park had begun to transfer a portion of its energy to her, and soon, a pair of horns had sprouted from her head as if in response to it.

"Aaah... It has been a while since these were last present," she sighed, turning towards the group before staring back at her counterpart. "But this is no time to indulge in my own pleasure, sad as that may be. No matter; all is within the palm of my hand."

With a simple gesture from her left hand, a wave of limbs seemed to tear their way out of the earth, clawing over one another as they moved towards the group; at the same time, though, another ring of hands seemed to emerge from beneath the earth around the four, clawing at anything and everything that drew near.

"Soon, all shall know salvation..."

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With a path forward being formed through the barrier, those who pushed forward to seek the final destination of the mana would soon find themselves in a rather lightly forested plot of land. Normally, this section of the park was meant to simulate nature in a more serene state, as opposed to the tended grassland that students and residents alike made use of for whatever reasons they needed. Now, however, a far more foreboding pressure seemed to fill the air, and the apparent locus of it all—an orb apparently stained by what it was composed of—seemed to float in the center of it all.

As the Servants approached, though, the orb seemed to expand in size, growing to double what it had been mere seconds ago, before collapsing in upon itself. In its place, however, something that could only be described as a hole in the space itself seemed to begin to grow. From that, though, a pair of arms, each unnaturally pale, began to clutch onto the edges of the tear.

The silhouette of a slim horned woman, blindingly and unnaturally white, emerged from within, and the mana that had thus been compressed to this point seemed to be at her epicenter now that the hole she had crawled out of had closed. There was a brief moment as it turned its featureless head towards those who had been present for its 'birth' before it began to hold arms out in front of it.

As the figure slowly moved its hands together, the rapid warping of space in the area—offset, it seemed, by the barest of amounts behind those present—soon became indicative of what it was attempting to do. Though it had missed its mark, be it by luck or by its own inability to control its own abilities yet, a perfectly demarcated section of land had been compressed into nothing but a cube, perfectly uniform in its dimensions as it sat in the middle of the earth.

Despite its failure, though, the figure seemed altogether unfazed and seemed to begin another attempt to catch those present in its grasp.

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