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[h3]District V[/h3]
[@SSW] [@Yukitamas] [@Yankee]
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There were only a few of her familiars to cut down; overall, it was not particularly necessary to employ them, if that's the way they're going to approach them. Sending up a flare...? In all honesty, it isn't the kind of thing she understands at all. It isn't the kind of thing she's likely to grasp the utility of. There's just no way she'd make a connection between 'getting rid of witnesses' and 'sending something like that into the air'. As far as she's concerned, that kind of thing would only attract, not reduce, attention. In the end, she dismisses it; it's more likely, she thinks, that they just know something she doesn't, or has some additional twinkle of a plan that would make the act more reasonable. No cause to judge without sufficient information. ... Aside from, of course, the simple prejudice of 'I could surely do better', but that's her pride on the line, and that, she can't surrender, no matter how reasonable.

She loosely raises her left hand, and bows her head slightly. [color=bc8dbf]"Good evening,"[/color] she begins. She does not step back when she sees her opponents. Meeting their eye, and looking over both, she apprises them. Walking up to them like this implies only a few options, and she must entertain each.

First. They may, indeed, be consummate fools; this is surely what they look like, standing on the edge of the river, out of cover and conspicuously. However, she does not find this likely enough - or, rather, she holds that if that's the case, it's good, but assuming that it's true is too dangerous. While one should never underestimate their opponent, it's important to also not overestimate them. That's to say, if it seems good enough to take, she'll take it. Better than withdrawing without showing your hand is to win in such a way that no one knows what happened at all, she thinks.

Second. They could be up to something; this is the much more likely case, certainly. She's at an advantage on that token, at least - they can no longer trick her by trying some odd shell-game with their Servant. At least, she presumes that the one with the bow is more likely to be a Servant than a Master. A guess, but a good enough one. In that way, they've already revealed a little more than they have. That degree of certainty that she possesses is good for her.

Third. They might expect a parley. Of course, if this is the case, they may be fools, and there is no further need to think on the matter.

[color=bc8dbf]"I trust the snow is of little concern for you?"[/color] She smiles, a little. There isn't any malice in it; she's just kind of amused with her joke. She isn't overwhelmingly interested in their answer, however. [color=bc8dbf]"... Ah, I'm not much used to talking before I fight, you know? It's really not my style at all. No need, mostly - so, if you want to get to the point, I wouldn't blame you. This situation is different, of course, so if it pleases you to trade pleasantries, and set some kind of terms or something like that, that's fine too. Be my guest."[/color] She realizes, now, that she was wrong from the outset.

She can definitely get far, far more on edge. She didn't think she could until she was facing down her enemy, but now she knows better - everything in her life before does not compare to this exact moment. This exact tension before this exact battle. She wonders - has it started in other places? Is this the first confrontation in this war? Or have others already died, without her knowing at all? This, she pushes out of her mind. That is for later. When she lives. Her mouth dries out, but she retains her focus.

That isn't to say she doesn't like it. Her chest pounding. Her body and mind sub-consciously sharpening for the combat to come. It's everything she can do to keep her cool, and it's everything she can do to make herself ready for this tension to break, and for one side to walk away victors, and the other to - perhaps - not walk away at all.