[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WtJ9W3l.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=b1d2d7][h1]Ilya Muromets[/h1][/color][h3]Tomb of Gül Baba, District II[/h3][/center][hr]
	Ilya's eyes were locked on Berserker, her focus almost too entirely trapped on him as she stared him down, that hot blood continuing to pump through her veins, drowning out all other sound...until she heard the other Master speak.

[right][i]Oh no.[/i][/right]
	The small girl next to Berserker was not to be looked over. Ilya was preparing herself for the thrill of fight, but that almost came at the cost of forgetting to protect her young Master. Red and blue irises suddenly shifting to lock on the girl, Ilya realized immediately what the other Master had been able to figure out. That very last question made her deduction apparent, and the girl focusing on Ilya's Master put the Lancer on edge.

	Ilya, of course, was used to her Master's childish ways and pure-hearted behavior by now, but by no means did that mean she was prepared to see the young boy confidently stride forward, even extending his hand in good sportsmanship! Whether it was the difference in height or Ilya's impressive speed did not matter, but before Kelemen could finish his approach towards the girl and the Berserker, there she was, standing in front of him - and effectively cutting him off.

	[color=e9a7b3]"Now now, little Miss! What makes you ask such a question? My Master over here is obviously aware of the situation!"[/color] She could feel the slight cold chill in her spine over the lie. Despite that, she did not desire for this other Master to come to realize the naivety of Kelemen. She wanted to protect him, to keep from learning the horrid dark truths of this war they were participating in. Sure, it was a risky gamble, but Ilya found herself leaning further towards protecting the young mind of her Master as opposed to the opposite.

	And so, she continued. Leaning forwards slightly, a dangerous gleam sparkled in her eye, a mischievous grin sharpened on her face, and that same intimidating aura from before began to roll off her body. [color=e9a7b3]"You see, not only is my Master perfectly cognizant, he's also so confident in himself and me to approach you without a care in the world out of a show of good sport! Truly, such an overzealous boy."[/color]

	She knew she had to speed this along. She had to get Kelemen out of there. As friendly as Ilya could be at her core, as ready for a fight as her soul may be, she had one desire that overshadowed it all. Her sheer devotion to protect those she cares for.

	[color=e9a7b3]"So, now that we have what could pass for as much of an introduction as most will get, I have to ask - what do you want from us?"[/color]

[right]...Ilya had completely forgotten that it was she who charged forward and led both pairs directly into this situation.[/right]
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