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[h3][b]Budapest 
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It seemed their rivals were putting on a fireworks display of sorts. For a moment, Caster worried this signified a stalemate of sorts, with each team looking to draw the other out. But it wasn’t long before she noticed them drawing closer.

As the snow fell, she was glad for her umbrella. Even now, she disliked the cold. The presence of such a memento from her husband helped, too; she never felt cold while she held it. 

Caster stood and turned towards the guests, rising from the river and placing her back towards it. She rested the umbrella on her shoulder, holding it down far enough that it shaded her face just a little. Even the minor advantage of hiding where she was looking could factor into a fight, here. She looked the arrivals up and down, trying to glean what information she could. They seemed an odd pair, but any two who joined this battlefield would certainly be unusual. 

“It is indeed a pleasant evening. It bothers me that we cannot introduce ourselves properly.” She spoke formally, but didn’t risk a curtsey, impolite as that was. “You are perhaps the servant of the bow, then?” Her voice was light, and there was a slightly playful tone to it. Perhaps it was simply an effort to convey confidence. Or perhaps she simply wanted to savour the moments before speech became useless. In any case, she would not be the one to strike first, though she was ready to counter at a moment’s notice. 

It was unusual for a ranged combatant to get so close, but it was fortunate for her for them to talk rather than simply sniping from a distance. Though if this enemy was an Archer, then their visual acuity could be a problem for some of Caster’s tactics. 

Though it didn’t take long before the Master began to attack her own, dismissing any conversation. That was the way of war, Caster supposed. Strange bladed weapons that seemed hardly the domain of a magus. Even those who simply dedicated themselves to the perfection of their body through martial arts could likely manage a stronger throw. Or perhaps her standards were too high? In any case, her Master had promised to try and impress, so Caster would simply allow the two to display whatever strengths they had. Even in the worst case, anything short of a deathblow could simply be healed away as if it had never happened, with Caster’s medicine. 

Focussing on her Servant counterpart, Caster tensed, preparing for action at any moment. Sending a thought to her sister, she made sure she was ready too. Though even now, she didn’t want to make the first strike. “Unlike those hasty ones there, I’m happy to simply discuss things for as long as you wish. In fact, I had a question of my own, provided you aren’t also the impatient type. Something I would like to ask all the Servants of this war, if I get the opportunity.” Lifting the umbrella, she looked her fellow Servant in the eye, and her tone became deadly serious. “Was the information the grail gave you unusual in any way?” 

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