Well, that was comforting. At least they'd only die from a vague threat of stranding them in time if they turned traitor. Conveniently mentioned after authority was questioned. Right now, Elise was really glad she hadn't taken a swig of her horn in front of Orson, since he seemed like a huge stickler for policy, and Archimedes was enough of a stick in the mud that he saw zero issue with that. 

...She'd treat herself and Bunbuku once they got back, hoping they wouldn't have to fight Team A. They were cream of the crop with top-line Servants, so that was pretty much a death sentence. With the Rayshift nausea passing in time, Elise would shake her head and take in her surroundings. [color=fdc68a][b]"Quaint,"[/b][/color] she commented, looking out a window beside Conner. [color=fdc68a][b]"If its low-level bone soldiers without their controller nearby, that probably means we're looking at a proficient enough mage to send them out in droves without needing to control them,"[/b][/color] she commented.

[color=fdc68a][b]Bunbuku Chaguma, do you think you can erect a bounded field? Even a basic alarm or barrier can do. Unless you'd rather go out and crack some skulls,"[/b][/color] Elise offered, smiling at her Servant.

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...So that was how he would play it then? Some part of Celtchar was thinking this whole mission seemed like too much of a hassle with the zero information Chaldea had. Was Team A dead or alive? Were their vitals being faked? What could have beaten top-class Servants? None of that really mattered though with the vague threat to Team B meaning his Master's life was on the line. So for now, he'd obey without question. Leaning a hand on his Master's shoulder, he'd whisper: [color=82ca9d][i]"It'll be okay. Just trust me. If you can't trust anything else, trust your weapon. If you can't trust authority, trust the mission. If you can't trust yourself, trust your instincts And if your instincts are screaming that you're in danger..."[/i][/color] He would thrust a thumb at his chest, saying: [color=82ca9d][i]"Call my name and I'll come running. That's why its great that you've got it memorized now."[/i][/color]

To a Servant, the rayshift process was no different than materializing, with the Master as their anchor. Right away a plan was formed to have Frankenstein scout around the grounds which-

[color=82ca9d][b]"...Wait, we're having the Berserker scout? I mean, as long as its just the estate but..."[/b][/color] Celtchar audibly questioned, before shaking his head. [color=82ca9d][b]"Alright, that aside, if a Mage is cowering somewhere and licking their wounds, its gotta be somewhere they can set up a workshop. Master, Team Leader, I could scout further out. Try and sense magic in remote locations. For now though..."[/b][/color] Celtchar would beam, drawing his lance from his back, still in its sheathe. [color=82ca9d][b]"If there's a Servant in the newspaper, that's already pretty bad. Master, Leader, want me to go out and see what the deal is?"[/b][/color]