[h1][center][color=7ea7d8]Kaden[/color][/center][/h1] [h1][center][color=f26522]Adam[/color][/center][/h1] [h1][center][color=fff200]Berserker[/color][/center][/h1] [center][color=ed1c24]@red faction[/color][/center] Well there was no point in trying to convince Clarenzio and his Servant to give any information about themselves since they were so adamant about it. Hopefully they realized the kind of bed that they had made for themselves. Within this team, Clarenzio had established himself as someone who will not trust others and gave them no reason to trust him in return with their lives. He was a foolish young man with a savior complex, that was all. [color=7ea7d8]"You'd think a mage his age would have grown out of this phase already..."[/color] Kaden muttered to himself. It was right then that Kaden would receive that telepathic message from Karna that raised his concern quickly. A blizzard in Greece? [color=7ea7d8]"Everyone, we're-!"[/color] The threat was too quick; Karna assaulted by a volley of projectiles though his servant was not phased by such attacks. Shielder was quick to react and erected personal shields to each Magus and Servant though it did nothing against the rapidly decreasing temperature though his jacket did give him some protection. The enemy was quite literally at their doorstep and they certainly did not take their sweet time in revealing who they were. The Philosopher Kings really were an ostentatious bunch; not only did they appear on their turf declaring an overwhelming victory before the battle had truly started, but had the gall to make an offer to serve under their ridiculous banner. Let's not forget to mention that they really were expecting to overwhelm them with superior numbers when they only had one Servant and a single Apostle, and an army of mediocre mixed bloods.[color=7ea7d8]"You overestimate yourselves."[/color] Kaden said, preparing to give his order to his servant like the other masters, but the imitation of divine lightening crashed down from Saber of Red's sword and erased all of the weak mixed bloods and destroyed Oyuki's attacks in one fell swoop. [color=7ea7d8]"So this is the power of a Saber."[/color] Perhaps it was true what they said. Perhaps the Saber class was the mightiest of all the standard classes. Well, despite an attack that tore through heaven and earth, the main three of the Philosopher Kings had made it out alive though that snow woman was on her last legs already though in an act of desperation she summoned her servant, Rider, and with it came a massive ship floating in the air. To not repeat everything, the ship had ran off with the Masters and Servants of Purple and left a miasma of smallpox that lingered in the air. [color=7ea7d8]"Archer, aim your attacks at the snow woman!"[/color] Even with the chaos unraveling in front of him, he saw an inactive figure begin to make his move. For the entire time the meeting took place Adam was present in his master's stead, sitting on a rock and silently was observing Vanitas' allies with those large, expressionless, golden eyes even when the threat of the Philosopher Kings was at their doorstep. It was not that he did not recognize the impending threat that the enemy was, but rather, he simply did not have the urgency that many of the Masters and Servants possessed for the situation. To him, this whole surprise attack was irrational; there were only three beings that posed a threat while summoning an army of beings that were scrapping at the bottom of the barrel in terms of strength. While it was puzzling how the Kings found them so quickly, attacking without having a real information on who their opponents were was suicide. Either way, they were completely underestimating the Red Faction. Adam's eyes trailed down to the human skeleton that was Vanitas familiar and heard his master requesting his aid through it. [color=f26522]"As you wish, Master."[/color] The Caster stood up unceremoniously and pulled his hood down from his head while he walked to the center of the uninfected area. As this was a weapon of those from evil alignment, this was probably something that he could easily deal with. The white cloak began to glow with a radiant, pure light that could only be described as something that was not an imitation of divine light, but the genuine thing. [color=f26522]"Shroud of Yahweh."[/color] That light erupted from the cloak and enveloped the area to repel and burn away the evil that is the biological weapon of a disease that killed so many indiscriminately in the past. Meanwhile, Patroclus saw this as an opportunity to deal an even bigger blow to those Philosopher King bastards.[color=fff200]"We must not let them get away!"[/color] It was as if ash was forming around his body and then focusing itself around his legs. An impossibility for any servant other than himself, Berserker of Red had access to the legend of one of the fastest heroes to exist for their very being and fate is tied to one another. [color=fff200]"Dromeus Komētēs"![/color] With a speed that surpassed any modern vehicle, Patroclus went after the airborne ship with hopefully other Servants following in suit.