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[h1][color=fff79a]Adina Allaua[/color][/h1][h3]Tomb of Gül Baba, District II[/h3]
Addressing: [@AThousandCurses][@ShadowKingman][@Astarte]
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[color=fff79a]"...so that's what being a hero means to you, then?"[/color]

Something in Adina's tone had shifted. It was hard to place- that disgust was still there, but something had risen up from behind it. A small laugh tore its way out of her throat, hollow and jagged. [color=fff79a]"You really believe what you just said. You don't see anything wrong with it. You just see a kid with a wish and decide you're going to help him, but you don't see anything wrong with not even telling him that the odds of victory are tiny, and that if he doesn't win, he'll die."

"Does he know he's risking his life? Because if he does, if he decided he'd risk his life to gamble on his one in a hundred shot at winning, at least you'd have a leg to stand on then- at least then, it'd be his choice. If he doesn't, it means you decided that for him. It means you decided a chance at his wish is worth his life. I don't care if you think you're able to protect him or not. I don't care if you think his wish is so important that [i]of course[/i] he'd risk his life. If he's doing that, he deserves to know. It doesn't matter if you're some legendary hero, [b]you don't have the right to decide that for someone else[/b]." [/color]

To pretend like she was protecting someone as she threw them in harm's way. Was that woman lying to even herself, or did she sincerely believe that she was doing the right thing? It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. 

[color=fff79a]"Even now, after I've made it clear that I don't have any intention of harming him, knowing that the only person I plan on attacking is you, you're keeping him right next to you. He's going to be in the line of fire now, because you think of yourself as such a great [i]protector[/i] that you can't do anything else. You could let him go, let him wander to the edge of the Bounded Field- hell, even let him stand next to me, because anywhere is safer than next to you for what's about to happen. But fine, protector. You'd better live up to that title."

"...hey, partner, no targeting the boy. The woman, though? Rend her apart however you like."[/color]

Words fell away, and a song took form in the air. 

The first note rang out. Heavy and restrictive, dominating all in its presence. 

The second note rang out. Melodious and deep, melding into all in its presence. 

There was no need to reveal her magic circles. It was best to hold them in reserve in case the enemy had unexpected capabilities. Instead, this would do to begin. Around Ilya, the air grew dense like she was buried underground, imbued with the concept of earth. To bind and restrict. Beneath Ilya, the ground started to sink in as if it had become thick mud, imbued with the concept of water. To flow and run freely. For a Servant, these are both minor inconveniences- merely surging her magical energy can cope with the air being harder to move through, and just a modicum of caution will keep the ground from impairing movement much. Even for a magus, they are minor effects which will merely last for a moment, simple craft. 

However, even that minor impairment can make all the difference, when in a fight such as this. Being delayed by a fraction of a second can be the difference between life and death. Because, after all-

[i][color=fff79a]"Berserker, [b]hunt[/b]."[/color][/i]