[center][h1][color=98FB98]Johann Maximilian Wald[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Main Room, Red Team Mansion, Downtown Residential District, Black Rock[/i][/center]

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[color=98FB98]"By the way, Lancer reports that there is no danger around our base here at the moment. Yet a strange presence in the open gardens is there, and likewise some of the enemy might be at the mines currently.

As for the plan? Hmm..."[/color]

The young man seemed to think for a moment, a hand coming up to his chin with the metal instrument still clutched in his fingers. 

[color=98FB98]"Drawing out their servants should be no problem, once they get wind of their familiars being shot down. A seemingly lone enemy in a vulnerable position poses a great target to try to rush, depending on who's giving the orders. At least to give my two cents.

Given that, though, I would suggest sending out our familiars to scout for a base or other presences while Lancer catches up with Archer. Keep the enemy busy, keep their eyes off of our familiars and let whoever it is mull about at the mines. "Divide et impera".

...Thoughts?[/color]

He was no genius of stratagems or the ilk, just a mage and a student of the Clock Tower making an educated guess based on his own knowledge and ideas. Simple as that. It was almost like a game of chess, but with a lot more dangers and a lot more to lose. Get too cocky, as some other magi could be, and they'd be dead before sunrise. Move too slowly or not at all, and victory would remain out of their grasp. Even so, he felt it proper to defer back to his ally in order to see if a consensus could be come to. Lancer's information was already a boon to what was going on anywho.

Though speaking of his servant...

[color=98FB98][i]'Danke, Lancer. I am trying to propose a plan in the meantime, something to take advantage of the enemy splitting their forces...at least if I understood your information correctly. 

Finally got my runes done as well. Should form a temporary bounded field around me when activated, albeit it's one-use due to the time I had to make these."[/i][/color]

[@Anza][@ColourlessKing]


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[center][h1][color=gold]Saber[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Roof, Church, Downtown Residential District, Black Rock[/i][/center]

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A little ways from the radio tower, a servant knelt in prayer upon the large roof of the building. His attire was that of a glorious king, from his crown down to the battle attire that donned his form. A monarch chosen of god, a ruler of the Holy Land itself, and yet his appearance was just that of a...boy. Yet even so he was here, having been summoned to claim a most precious prize: The Holy Grail. The cup that had held Chirst's blood, or even not, oh how glorious the opportunity he had been blessed with! God was looking down upon him once more, it seemed, providing the chance to once again face adversity and seek to spread his glory. Once again he would seize victory, charge into the heat of battle, and with his wit and the holy blade he carried now it would be akin to the old days. 

...Minus those Saracens of course. Maybe. And if not, then perhaps there would be another chance to strike at his fated foe with allies by his side? 

Ah, but he was perhaps getting too lost in thought for now. There would be plenty of chance to battle, but they had to strike well and true to achieve victory! To this end his master had sent him here some time ago, allowing him to pray but also 'keep an eye out' for things going on. Though he had almost collapsed upon hearing the voice of a saint, a sweet saint called to moderate this conflict! He wished to have words with her later, if there was chance, to peak with her about her life. 

Though even as he thought to himself, his master was now sending him word again. Good. Something was going on though, it seemed, and...he was to finally join the fray? Good.

Standing up once more, the lad swiftly dusted himself off and glanced towards the radio tower. After a moment he would merely smile, then, before leaping forward towards the next roof with the mighty speed of a servant. He was coming, and his allies would not be forgotten in their adversity. He had prayed long for them and those involves in this, even for the city itself. Even so, he could feel it in his bones. The din of battle.

The Holy Grail War had finally begun.