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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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Fast.

They were faster than she had expected, that was her first thought. She had thought they would be powerful, of course- their presence dwarfed even One, but seeing it for herself was still another matter. But, that was not the priority at the moment.

The girl was able to match Berserker in strength-...no, that wasn't quite right. When using his strength as a monster, that first clash showed that Berserker seemed to have the edge in purely physical ability. The girl was not far behind, though, and was able to bridge that gap through her own skill. In that moment, each of them had a Strength superior to [i]fortissimo[/i]. They were standing on a knife's edge. All the more important that Adina offered her support, then.

The enemy being Berserker was impossible. To her knowledge, only one Servant of each class could be summoned, but even if that was not the case, the enemy had none of the madness associated with the class. The same went for Avenger. Caster seemed unlikely as well, as did Assassin. That left the Knight Classes and Rider. 

Archer and Saber- possible but unlikely. She was capable enough in close quarters to be suitable for the Saber class, but the weapon she had summoned was a spear. It was possible that was a secondary weapon, not her Noble Phantasm, but that seemed unlikely. Rider- possible. Adina couldn't rule that out, but it didn't seem to fit. A Rider matching Berserker in a clash? The thought was concerning. Lancer, then- the most likely. The strength of a knight class, and a suitable weapon. She couldn't be entirely certain, not until she saw more, but Lancer seemed to be the answer. A Lancer with a strength that could surpass [i]fortissimo[/i], and from the look of it, her body was strong enough to resist some level of harm as well, like those heroes said to have bathed in dragon's blood. She would keep that in mind.

At any rate, Lancer- she would run with that assumption until she had reason to doubt it- was carrying the boy around, now. Was she really attempting to flee after that first clash? 

[color=fff79a]"Is this how you'll handle every fight you get into, if we let you go? Talk big words, then run the second you get injured?"[/color]

Annoying. How annoying. Kelemen was even more in danger now than before- if Berserker swung at Lancer again, Kelemen was almost certain to die in the crossfire. Did she think she could outrun Berserker? Ordinarily she would have a shot- if she was indeed Lancer, her speed had to be first-rate, though Berserker's burst could bridge much of that gap. The issue here, though, was that she was carrying a child. She could not accelerate to her top movement speed with that human cargo. Berserker had no such restriction. 

The events that would happen in the next few seconds ran through her mind. It would take time for Berserker to catch up to them, but not much time at all, and when he did, Kelemen would get caught in the crossfire no matter what happened. His body couldn't handle the impact of a Servant's blow, even indirectly. She should have been happy- this was a chance to eliminate an enemy on the first night. This was a blessing to make her life that much easier, this was-

The song shifted. Sound took form in the air- an auditory illusion centered on Lancer and Kelemen, a method of communicating over the din of battle, while also ensuring that Berserker didn't realize what she was doing. She doubted he would even then, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The last thing she needed was his anger directed at her for what was about to happen.

[i][color=fff79a]"...hey, Kelemen. You should have red markings somewhere on your body, since you summoned your Servant. My Servant's going to catch up to you guys. Before he does, you need to focus on one of those markings and your connection to your partner, and tell her to bring you somewhere safe. Your home, or anywhere in the city that you think you'll be secure at, okay?"

"And as for you, Lancer, or whoever you are. This doesn't mean I'm letting you off. You'd better give him a proper explanation when you're out of this. If we end up fighting again, I'm not pulling my punches."[/color][/i]

She couldn't help but be infuriated with herself for doing this, instead of simply taking the victory that was handed to her. But fine. Just this once, she'd show some mercy. All that remained to be seen is if they would take that opportunity before Berserker's jaws closed around them.