[center][color=gray][h2][b]Scourge of God[/b][/h2][i]Just Outside Banquet of Kings, Academy>???[/i][/color][/center]

Altera retreated with her army, for this was what was natural for the barbaric Hun clan. They would rise like the tide and crash upon their foes, then retreat in preparation for the next assault. This was what was natural for her, for her clan, their tried and true method of destruction. The enemy pursued to retaliate, but she was fast enough that she had little doubt she could escape.

Whether it be three, four, five, a dozen or a hundred, Altera would destroy them all. This was her purpose, given to her along with the role of Scourge of God. She was given the Authority to Destroy and she would exercise this Authority with impunity, this was only the beginning of her war after all.

An arrow is fired, she cannot react appropriately with Master in arms. She closes her eyes and moves, reducing what would have been a mark of shame to naught but a scratch on her cheek. She looked back for just a moment, looked back on the civilization that would strike out at her. And she smiled, a cruel vicious smirk as she looked upon that which would fall. She begins to turn back, ready to fight this great king, this man who would be reduced to naught but ash, when her Master spoke.

[color=red][b][u][center][h1]"Lancer. By Order of Command Spell, I order you to get us to safety immediately."[/h1][/center][/u][/b][/color] 

The Authority of a Command Seal burns into her, suppressing even her desire to destroy as the world begins to blur around them. She was not pleased with this decision, but understood its necessity. She would forgive her child this impudence once, for she acted in the interest of her father. [color=gray]"Very well then Cordula. To safety it is."[/color] And thus the world bent around them, space contorting and cracking as Altera landed in their home. [color=gray]"This has been a good night. I expect even better tomorrow."[/color] She said simply as she wiped away the thin streak of blood on her cheek with a palm, staring at her life essence intently. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth as she licks it up, her lips twitching upwards as she relished in the taste of iron. 

[center][color=lightpink][h2][b]William Flur[/b][/h2][i]Battle Royale, Round One! Ready, Go![/i][/color][/center][hr]

William and Amara stared at each other for what felt like a solid minute, William patiently waiting for the girl to respond to his query while also keeping a note on the sounds going on behind him. Sounded like Yamato was winning, good job Yamato! While thoughts of Inversion Impulses and Incubi heritage ran through Amara's mind, worry upon worry piling as William saw through her illusion (quite shoddy honestly, though it wasn't half bad for a first try), William was thinking about what to have for dinner. He would have to treat Yamato to something good, she did a good job fighting off the incredibly dangerous Oni tonight. Maybe steak? Did they have steak in Japan? He had told the Einzbern Homunculus that Japanese people had steak for breakfast, but he was also lying his ass off in half the conversations he had with her. Maybe more.

Oh, and then she was gone. [color=lightpink][b]"Hm. What a strange girl.[/b][/color] He remarked as he turned back to the fight-

[color=red][center][b]William felt a shiver run up his spine as Death's scythe hovered over him.[/b][/center][/color]

There was no time to react, the air around them seemingly chilled as William did his best to pull both Kotaro and himself out of the way. He wasn't really the athletic sort in truth, so it was likely an exercise in futility, but he had to do something. He couldn't die here and he couldn't just let this poor boy die in his place, they had to move, even if it meant nothing in the end they had to [b]move.[/b] A storm of flowers exploded forth from his cloak, multiple illusions weaved around the duo to distort their true position, anything and everything to try and stop the inevitable.

William closed his eyes instinctively, unwilling to look death in the face, unwilling to face his fate. Truly, he was a coward to the very end. He fell to the ground and... lived. William opened his eyes slightly as the flowers began to settle around them. And then he laughed, a real laugh rather than the noises he made while toying with others. A laugh of pure disbelief as he clenched his hands open and shut. 

The reality of the situation comes crashing back into him as he stands up, shaking slightly as he steps away from Kotaro and the Saber. [color=lightpink][b]"B-Berserker! You won't believe what just happened! We nearly died just now, it was absolutely exhilarating!"[/b][/color] He hides the slight shake in his voice as best as he could, attempts to play it off as though it were just another moment of the game, just the after effects of the adrenaline rush, but only the observant detective would be able to see through William's lies. For just a brief moment, William feared for both his and Kotaro's life, even trying to save the detective. Perhaps he wasn't just a good for nothing scoundrel.