[b][i]Red Team[/i][/b]

Ren no Nurarhiyon and the Night Parade of a Hundred Mixed-Bloods had emulated the [i]real[/i] Nurarhiyon and the Night Parade of a Hundred Yokai as far as they could without attracting the wrath of the Mixed-Bloods who preferred to live with Humanity or those organizations who hunted down those who preyed on 'innocents'. As one group, they had haunted the dark spaces of Tokyo, teaching those who wandered there to fear the night, feasting on the blood and life force of those who fell into their hands, be they 'evil' or 'good'. They had upheld the ancient traditions of their various clans as much as they could, resisting the call of modernity and the hollowness it represented.

And now the Night Parade was gone, just like that, obliterated in one single blow by Saber of Red's Noble Phantasm, but Ren no Nurarhiyon and Archer of Purple were nowhere to be found, the former having shouted a Command Spell to order the latter to whisk them away before Saber of Red's Noble Phantasm had activated. That left the also critically-injured Oyuki, who was struggling to regenerate from the burning wound dealt to her, to raise her hand, seemingly in surrender... Only to 'flare' her Command Seals and shout for her Servant to do something as well. 

[i]"Rider!"[/i] was her shout.

[b][i]Rider and Assassin of Purple + Lancer and Assassin of Black[/i][/b]

Before Assassin of Purple can avoid Lancer of Black using her Chinese Martial Arts, Rider of Purple, who had been controlling the ship through willpower alone, suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she can utter a word of indignant protest, she, Rider, and the Santa Maria were suddenly warped through space, pulled towards where Rider of Purple's Master had called for his presence. Lancer and Assassin of Black, however, were [i]not[/i] included in the teleportation, and unless they shifted into Spiritual Form at once, would fall from a great height to the ground below.

On the plus side, they managed to get a good blow in and Yggdmillenia had been alerted to the Purple Faction's 'smallpox gambit'. Vlad himself would feel the sensation of praise, of pleasure, from his link with Darnic...

[b][i]Red Team[/i][/b]

To the surprise of most everyone on the Red Team, a large [i]flying ship[/i], modeled after the vessels of the early age of exploration, warped into space, carrying its Captain, evidently a Servant, a young-looking girl in Chinese robes who had her wrist held by the Servant and might be one herself. Both enemies acted quickly, the Captain shouting, "[b][url=https://typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/Santa_Maria_-_Drop_Anchor]Santa Maria - Drop Anchor![/url][/b]", while the young-looking girl leaped down to pick up Oyuki, somehow managing to dodge Karna's flaming shots (A-class Agility?) before unceremoniously throwing the Dead Apostle Ancestor's regenerating body abroad the ship.

In the meantime, the 'Drop Anchor' Noble Phantasm caused several mystical chains with a ship's anchor attached to the end to manifest and begin smashing the area at random, with one anchor hurling towards the approximate location of Belisarius/Saber of Red and two others hurling towards the Masters...

"[b]Hexamillion Wall![/b]" Only for Shielder to activate [i]his[/i] Noble Phantasm and cause a stone wall to rise up and 'soak' the anchors hurling towards the people he was supposed to protect. [i]Thank me for this later, Your Highness,[/i] he telepathically whispered to Lovise.

In the meantime, Karna was firing arrows at the young-looking Chinese girl, each arrow being dodged by the latter but setting the ship's deck afire, putting Oyuki's life in further peril. He would have eventually hit either the girl (Assassin of Purple?) or switched targets to the Captain (who was obviously Rider of Purple) or finished off Oyuki, if not for an anchor of the Santa Maria hurling itself at him and being easily dodged.

Then, red mist, of a slightly lighter, more pastel shade than blood, burst forth from the ship, covering the entire area. Daniel, having transformed his clothes into a more elaborate set of magical attire, then gestured to blow the mist away from the Masters' position, instinctively recognizing it as some sort of danger.

For as the Santa Maria used the cover of the red mist to flee, the Rider of Purple shouted, "Ha! I hope you enjoy airborne smallpox serum!" before flying his sheep away at a velocity not expected from such a bulky vessel...