[center][h1][color=c2b280]Minamoto no Tametomo[/color][/h1][/center]

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At the slightest hint of movement to his well-trained eyes, the Archer leapt up and back in the air. His opponent was fast, he'd give him that, but he was still faster for the moment and had the eyes of a legendary Archer. From there all he had to do was loose the bow, sending his arrow straight and true towards his opponent's left shoulder. It was no big feat for him to aim for such a place, as he could place the arrow wherever he desired. He could shoot an ornament off the helmet of his brother in the darkness, sending the arrow through the helmet and a mane behind and then into the solid gate beyond.

Already he would begin drawing another arrow to fire as he briefly sailed back, finally landing on another post just a bit farther back. 

[color=c2b280][i]'Just don't attack the enemy master unless she tries to hurt Karizma. Just support me for now, any edge up like a boost or something would be nice if the enemy wants to play this sort of game."[/i][/color]

The Archer communicated his message to his masters at the same time, though already he could feel a thrill run up and down his spine once more. He wasn't bloodthirsty, but to be still for so long and a warrior without a cause to fight for...he'd missed it somewhat. Even the thrill of his youthful days, those years when he subdued Kyushu under him before he'd come back down to earth, had a certain charm that in hindsight waxed every so slightly melancholy within him. He would love to talk after this, and he got the feeling the Saber in front of him wasn't entirely up for this anywho.

But for now the match was on. The Saber's master had made that clear, and he had to work with what he had right now. Win or lose, though, he had to be honest that getting a bit of action to get the blood pumping again was something he also needed. Besides, with the enemy master making such a guess at a potential identity of his it was only fitting he prove his might. Of course not that he'd try to blow anything else here about himself, but hey it was what it was right now. 

[@King Cosmos][@KoL][@Anza]

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[center][h1][color=FF1493]Izumi Yamamoto[/color][/h1]

[i][h3]Farmland Area, Fork in the Road[/h3][/i][/center]

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Boss? A [s]badass[/s] matchlock gun? Rider reacting to them familiarly? Chacha? Well that certainly narrowed down thing for her. At this rate, they would have a regular Sengoku Jidai on their hands! All they needed was Tokugawa Ieyasu, maybe Takeda Shingen and Uesugi Kenshin! It would be great! Well, unless they died. Dying wasn't good, and she was here to ensure this all got sorted out at a minimum without her own death. Yes. 

Not caring if it was socially acceptable, Izumi's eyes shot open wide as she began to look Nobunaga over and walk around her a little in a small circle. It was almost like a teenager admiring the outfit of some friend they were shopping with at the mall, looking the Archer up and down before standing again next to her own servant. The gun was especially nice, so vintage in look and similar in appearance to her own...but cooler was the fact she'd just brought it out and then sorta tossed it away!

[color=FF1493]"Ooooh!!! Oda Nobunaga! Cuter than I'd imagined, but still so cool! Probably bought some guns from my ancestors too, now that I think about it...eh. That was the past."[/color]

The mage spoke with a grin on her face, giving her own tanegashima a twirl before letting it rest back on her shoulder again. Yet looking to her side, the girl raised an eyebrow at Haru as she examined the girl's reaction. Truth be told this wasn't rather normal, even for mages, but still it wasn't so paralyzing for herself that she couldn't enjoy the fun right now. That being said, however, this woman looked like a deer in the headlights! 

[color=FF1493]"Ah...did you get pulled into this somehow, Miss?"[/color] 

Wouldn't be good if a totally mundane person got yanked into this. Not at all. 

[@1Charak2][@Raineh Daze][@Gummi Bunnies]