It was a nice idyllic place.

Too peaceful, too calm. It pretended as if the world wasn't on the march to its final boring slumber. It pretended that it was surrounded in the beauty of nature even as it coddled those who threw away their value, who said they were done with life and walked about as shambling aged corpses. 

Retirement was a silly thing. Simply grazing for no reason, stopping their pulse of hunger as Cull Yow.

The mountain overlooked the town, but the town wasn't quiite separated. It wasn't the best of land for a ritual despite the robustness. It seems like they were more trying to make it a dam rather than anything.

Was the distortion of this land really enough for something so great compared to the other rituals?

Well, at the very least a servant did descend.

"Those who don't work don't eat, or something like that. But the kind of work you do I guess is more like a lion king~" Phoebe had a few choice words, prodding at Rider and especially his friend. But the master had never truly pushed the issue. It was a small little quabble that seemed more insisted upon less because Phoebe believed in it but more because it was a fun point of conflict to push on.

Well, even Rider could understand that his master was just the most troublesome sort who actively chased that sort of meaningless strife and egging on.

It was a good warm up for the actual battles to come.

The magic energy and awareness that spread out from the fallen leyline, and the threat sensing diviniations that illuminated magic energy and aggressors left Phoebe idly hopping and skipping up the walls, rising on pillars and stairs that formed out of the dirt in response to a playful yet powerful voice, speaking out with the ease of a child in play, yet projecting loud enough to fill the entire space carrying the will of a singer. 

Trained, intentional and enough of an expert in all that to make it almost sound like happenstance. Innocence that was grasped through all the things that weren't. To know and speak of these things was not to be it after all.

But at the same time there was still an innocent charm, a dark innocent charm to Phoebe even as the sheeply beauty took a lute in hand and leaned in against the massive strange sheep that stood waiting in the tall ramparts. Phoebe strummed and hummed as magic circles formed around spilling out from the magic crest.

"Rider, you're already on the way huh? Well, I'll be engaging first. I'm not gonna tell you its a signal but do what you think is right. I want to see how you differ from Lancer~"

The shape of the lute wavered like jelly, distorting and drooping away as if it were melting. For a moment the core and truth of the object could be seen in the shape of a string that curled around the mages hand before the ether resolidified in the shape of a bow. The bow was beautiful, carrying tweaks and ornamentation of wood and grooves and circuits that evoked the rays of the sun and lightning.

Yet the string that strung up an arrow forming out of ether was bloody red, almost cruel in how magic energy danced along its length.

"Witness me."

Phoebe incanted.

"Graze. Drawset long, wide barrel"

Another magic circle formed in front of Phoebe, one that'd increase the range of the magic bullet far enough to reach and storm against the ones radiating the signature of magus and servant. The magic bullet released with small dainty fingers that seemed smooth and kind yet gripped with a unrelenting uncompromising strength and intent letting it release with the grace of casting a dove out to fly. The arrow blazed through the air sizzling with magic energy before curving and splitting off into dozens of arrows that bombarded the area Berserker and his master marched.

It was one thing to be shot at in a open field with nothing obstructing the sun or the arrows. It was another to be marching up towards a castle, to walk around fields, to climb rocks, or move through the cliffside that held unkind terrain.

Yes, marching like this they may as well have been coming to their deaths. You didn't need an Oracle to tell you that.

The next step was to weave prophecy, curse. As Rider began his full engagement Phoebe watched with reinforced eyes not the master, but the servant that opposed them. [u][i]Master Clairvoyance activate
[/i][/u] Would they be one that could be felled? Regardless, it was only natural to begin weaving a Prophecy (curse) that the guardian of the oracle would slay one with enough hubris to intrude upon a gods temple.