[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin[/h2][/center][/color]
[color=ed1c24][center][h3]Fuyuki Park – Can’t Catch A Break[/h3][/center][/color]

It seemed that neither Servant had chosen to pursue him, the Caster and Saber not making any moves in his direction either because they hadn’t followed which direction he had gone or because they didn’t want to leave the Masters vulnerable again. There were other possibilities as well, but those seemed the most likely to him.

With no immediate threats it was now up to him to decide what course of action to take next; well, it was his Master’s call ultimately but unless she spoke up then he would continue to act as he desired. He wanted to stay in the area around the park, lingering on the edges of the conflict as he waited for another opportunity to strike, but he knew that as long as the Caster was still present he would only find himself stymied once more even if he found another chance. He wanted, [i]needed[/i] to kill something before this night was over; the young Magus whose fear and imminent death he could still taste on his tongue would be his first choice, but if he could gut that bitch Caster instead he would gladly take it.

If he waited long enough, then perhaps they would forget about him or think him gone. There were enough Servants still around that anything could still happen; the Servants protecting the Masters could be pulled away but a bigger threat or the Caster could find herself hurt or forced to flee. He could be patient, he could wait and he could stalk and he could bide his time for as long as was necessary. All it would take was for the Berserkers to drift too close to the Masters hiding spot for everything to be thrown into disarray.

Speaking of which, how was the ‘Stronger Berserker’ dealing with the demon girl?

Oh.

Oh no.

Assassin leapt, cycling power through his legs as he launched himself skyward with as much force and speed as he could, his presence concealment dropping away as he put all his focus towards surviving, his jump carrying him high above the building and Berserkers attack. The gust of wind was powerful and broad; anyone seeking to dodge the attack would find themselves caught in an attack that was wider than one would typically expect, but the leap of a Servant whose myth predominantly revolved around ‘jumping’ was more explosive than most and Assassin was able to avoid the worst of it.

But he did not escape unscathed. Although he avoided the worst of it the edge of the attack still caught him and Assassin could feel the monstrous force of the wind buffeting him. His legs were closest to the centre of the gale and suffered the worst of it, the wind lacerating them, tearing and drawing blood. When Assassin landed back in the park, his leap carrying him up and over Berserker, it was on legs that protested their rough treatment and which nearly buckled under him.

Rather than stay still this time, Assassin reactivated his Presence Concealment and pushed himself to move, another jump carrying him away from his landing spot and out of the range of Berserker’s attack should she lash out at that spot blindly.

[@Parallel Hearts][@Crusader Lord]