Cu Chulainn

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District > Latin District
Opportunities In Chaos

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@Crusader Lord@ManyThings@SSW@Danchou@SubjectVision@KoL@1Charak2@Sunglass

Isidore's hunch was right; an alliance of a dangerous magnitude truly was forming between two apparent Knights and a Caster-class Servant. In particular, the alchemist found interest in the beauty that was Caster, taking a good moment to observe the strange gauntlet that she sported. It seemed that only two of the three Servants were accompanied by their Masters, with one of them being easily recognizable from his manner of speech and attire: the heir of the Sun, Triswich. The Master of Caster, however, sounded like a local of sorts and, judging by what she wore, perhaps a French patrician.

Despite its own limitations, it is honor that grants those who call themselves 'knights' strength in their conviction... and what else makes a human more than their principles?

As Isidore exchanged quips with Autolycus through their mental link, he began to think of his ideals once again. His desire from the very start was to save humanity by sacrificing his own, but at the same time, did Isidore really sacrifice the sole thing that made him human? Even without flesh and with dulled emotions, has Isidore, who still clings to the very same ideals that he had dedicated his mind, body, and soul to, really abandoned his humanity? The alchemist began comparing himself to the Triswich knight, an honorbound Magus tied to the will of his Lord. They both have dedicated themselves to their ideals. At the same time, they also had one fundamental difference...

... Yes, it was that Isidore was not bound by honor.

As his Servant returned, Isidore opened his gym bag, opening it up so that Assassin would pour in the results of their plunder. Not only information was taken that night- including the knowledge of two Knights of the Round Table- but actual physical treasures. While Isidore had no direct use for the treasures at least for the moment, he was sure that based off his calculations, what was stolen would inhibit the parties involved. With what his Servant has successfully obtained so far on the first night, Isidore was sure he had more than enough leverage on a few of his potential enemies.

"Excellent job, Assassin. For our next course of action, it may be in our best interest to follow the fleeing pair of ladies, at least until you can nail down where their Workshop or place of residence may be. Once that's done, I'll be sure to inform you of our point of rendezvous afterward."

And with those commands issued, Isidore packed up his spoils of war, making his way across the city once again. He made sure to avoid other opponents to the best of his ability, as he had one particular goal in mind that he wished not to be interrupted from...

The Gavros grinned to himself, the night reminding him of his love for humanity.

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Latin District > Bois de Vincennes

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A Certain Liberated City

Oh, so you approach me?

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
oh hi johnny i didnt know it was you, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@SubjectVision

"... I'm starting to get sick of Bible verses."

Almost instantaneously, Saber had appeared, materializing at the entrance of the amphitheater and in the way of the canine congregation. He held Nagelring in his hands tightly, imposing the giant blade in front of the entrance like some sort of makeshift gate. Red eyes glared at the hound-headed men, glowing more with curiosity than complete menace. To face another Servant immediately after killing one seemed like a hassle to Saber, but in this case, this group of figures didn't carry the same presence that a true Servant did. Their dog-shaped heads reminded Saber of the unruly Wild-Men he had to eliminate on his path to rulership, but these hooded figures did not carry the same crazed nature; they seemed more refined, if anything. Saber deduced that these men could either be a strange set of familiars, or magi altered to be monstrous in some way.

"Dogs are supposed to bark, not preach." The Demon Prince stated, his eyes locked onto the sole familiar who chose to spoke for the gathering. The grip on his blade tightened, making sure to watch their every move in case they attempt an attack. Saber had no intention to kill another Servant tonight, but these seemed like little more than lowly minions, chaff meant to be cut down. The thought of dealing with another Caster made Saber feel a bit annoyed, but at the same time, it could mean they could utilize the fallen leyline properly.

"This leyline belongs to my Master. State the business of yours.""

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
His Master's Side, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Seirei no Hai

Saber looked down at the dying Caster, his rage smoldering away at the sight of the object of his wrath fading away. He picked his monstrous blade up, letting it dematerialize in his hand before kneeling down to Moses. As the cottage slowly burned down in the fires constructed out of the Demon Prince's anger, Saber began to contemplate this "victory" to himself. Sure, he might have achieved one of the first deaths in this Holy Grail War, if not the first death, but at the same time, it was a potentially powerful ally. If Saber were a better man, he would have been able to hold back his rage from such a boastful Caster. At the same time however, he felt the need to bring this Caster some semblance of humility, which was strange given his identity. To laugh at the face of the Demon Prince in such a vulnerable position would be the worst thing to do, ally or not, and Saber expected better from a man whose own legend encompassed modesty to a higher power.

"Where's the strength of your god now, prophet of YHWH? Know your place, for you are merely a wandering slave."

With his final words spoken and the last of his anger quelled for now, Saber faded into spiritual form, leaving the cottage as it continued to burn down. Almost at an instant, he would find himself at his Master's side, silent. He could not bring himself to tell Tenryuu what he did, which was in opposition to her own wishes. At the very least, they were able to take in another Master under their complete control, but it was all but meaningless if their own Servant was dead. In the end, this was but another hollow victory that Saber had achieved.

Saber could only hope that he would find at least one other worthy opponent tonight.

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District > Latin District
Observing Potential Opposition

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@Crusader Lord@ManyThings@SSW@1Charak2@Sunglass

Like a black streak in the evening, Isidore hopped between the rooftops like some sort of urban shinobi. Originally, he had been looking for other familiars within the area, though his search in the end bore no fruit. In the end, Isidore figured it would be best not to worry about such small trivialities while the night is still young. Instead, the alchemist began to finally work on seeking out his enemies instead. Part of Isidore's objectives were to ensure that an artifact with as much potential power as the Holy Grail does not end up in the wrong hands should he be unable to obtain it himself, and accomplishing that would require him to be proactive in learning his opponents.

Of course, Isidore also had a wish of his own.

Dipping into an empty alleyway, Isidore removed his helmet, placing it back into his gym bag before he began to slip on the same stylishly gray hoodie he was wearing just moments before. The alchemist figured that it would be in his best interest to at least look normal enough, especially given that his own Servant would trail behind with their presence concealed. It would be troublesome if the cyborg, in his armor-like frame, was mistook for that very same hero the Gavros had sought to emulate from afar. In any case, Isidore began to take the streets, the calculations in his head deducing that The Core would likely be where most activity was taking place. As he made his way due north, however, a stinging feeling would surge in Isidore's wrist.

What's this? A gathering of that magnitude?

Isidore quickly made his way towards the anomaly, the pain stemming from his Command Spells becoming more apparent as he made his way towards a mass congregation occurring at the border between the Latin and Residential districts. At the same time, however, the surge of magical energy was not grand enough to assume that combat was taking place. Rather, based on Isidore's own calculations, it seems that either hostilities are about to take place, or negotiations are taking place. If it were the latter, that would be especially troublesome to Isidore's objectives. It would be in his best interest that such an alliance would be nipped in the bud. More than one strong Servant working together may prove to be a large obstacle, after all. Finding a nice alleyway far enough from the group to conceal himself in, the alchemist found a nice place to settle in, concealed from the public eye as he began to take off his hoodie once again, transferring his consciousness into Assassin to allow himself to see through his Servant's eyes.

Assassin, observe the congregation and listen in to what they are discussing. Trail them if they leave, but do your best to stay hidden. I'll follow you to the best of my ability. If they come rushing for me, I'll let you know.

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,

At the moment of Caster's counter-attack, Saber had accepted defeat for that single time. It was imperative that the Caster was cooperative in order for Saber's Master to do what she needed to do. And thus far, everything seems to have worked as planned. Now that Tenryuu was able to bend the crying homunculus to her will, it was clear that they were the true victors of that encounter. In the end, the homunculus and her impetuous Caster would end up with a few powerful allies after the first night of this Holy Grail War...

... However, the Caster just had to boast afterwards.

As the Masters of both Servants began to arrange for peace, Saber stood up. Standing above the laughing Caster, the anger that welled up within the Demon Prince had seemed to reach its apex. The enemy Caster, who not only panic-attacked like some sort of fool, but afterwards bragged about his own strength like this was his absolute victory. To Saber, Caster was nothing but a cockroach who needed to be put in its place.

And without warning, just like the pest he was, Saber stomped his foot down on Moses's chest with all his strength. The strength in question that Saber demonstrated was far higher than what was originally stated in his original parameters. Indeed, this surge of Saber's physical parameters was not too different from the Mad Enhancement skill of a Berserker. Crushing his opponent with the intent to obliterate him, Saber inhaled sharply as a small compartment on his helmet covering his mouth slid open. Despite opening with an attack that would decimate lesser Servants, it seemed that Saber's true intention was to hold down the enemy Caster. What came next, however, was a true display of Saber's wrath.

It did not matter if Caster was fast enough to evade Saber's original attack, nor did it matter if he was able to defend himself in some way despite the effects of the Command Spell preventing him from fighting. Whatever Caster had planned to save his life at that moment was all but for naught, as even the angels that sung to him would merely sing a song of how unwise it was to anger this particular warrior. As soon as the Masters were both out of the cottage and in safety, Saber had began to exhale.

Fires of Machmet

The Demon Prince of Slaughter, Dietrich von Bern, had brought his fire down onto the defenseless Caster. The wave of demonic flames that would overtake Moses burned wit the intensity of Saber's own anger for the ill-fated prophet. As Caster had delivered unto Saber the "Strength of YHWH", Saber in return delivered unto Caster the "Wrath of The Devil". It mattered not if Moses was fast enough to avoid the gout of hellfire, as it came pouring out of Saber's mouth in a wide angle encompassing whatever happened to be in the rage-filled warrior's sight. Saber, too, made sure to follow Caster's every movements to ensure that he received as much of the Demon Prince's wrath as possible, going so far as to burn down the cottage if it meant his hated enemy would be reduced to ash.

The only thing that would sate Saber's anger now was the death of Caster.

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground

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@Crusader Lord

Isidore waites for his Servant's first move, his mind calculating all possible opening moves that Autolycus would perform. Indeed, as an alchemist of the Giant's Pit, Isidore's level of prediction borders precognition. And because the opponent he is facing uses the same fighting style that the Gavros had sought to perfect, it could be said that Isidore should, in theory, know Assassin's every move as well as the right countermeasures against such attacks.

In other words, Assassin's simple opening move should have been simple to counter.

However...

That speed-!

At first, it seemed as if the old man standing before him wasn't taking any of this seriouslt, even relaxing for but a brief moment. Then at the blink of an eye, moving faster than a normal human would be able to think, Assassin's punch flew right at Isidore. Quickly bringing his arms up to defend against the punch, Isidore braced against the impact the blow, nearly knocking him away if not for the fact he had absorbed most of the impact. Isidore was sure that if he hadn't defended himself properly, he would have easily been defeated. Even now, he can tell that major damage has been done to his arms. The alchemist predicted that if his Servant were truly serious about this bout, his arms would have easily been blown off.

Suffice to say, it is clear to Isidore that his body is unable to aggressively fight those exceptional human beings known as Heroic Spirits.

Stepping back, the alchemist took a knee, raising one arm in defeat while supporting himself up with his other.

"I concede, for now," Isidore replied, slowly bringing himself up to his feet, "I have gathered enough information for now."

Moving his arms around in an attempt to assess the damage done to them, Isidore began to observe his Servant through his Master's Clairvoyance. To truly stand alongside a shining example of humanity was a thought that only now began to sink in Isidore's mind. In his head, Isidore saw a plethora kf graphs and charts denoting Autolycus's parameters. Even while weakened in part due to Isidore's small amount of magic circuits, Assassin's strength and skill were nothing to scoff at, even under a such a class container. To Isidore, this meant that if he were to face off against a Knight-class Servant, he would truly have a harder time coping with their physical capabilities.

"My apologies for doubting your identity, Assassin. I had only desired to analyze both my own capabilities as well as the skills of my Servant. It's clear to me, now, that you truly are the legendary thief who was said to have trained the greatest of heroes..."

Walking back to his gym bag, Isidore pulled out two things; a shining blue sphere engraved with an ancient script that Isidore embedded into a vacant slot in his chest, and a sleek black helmet that roughly resembled a Greek soldier's, with a futuristic design fit to fully protect the wearer's head. The helmet, specifically, seemed to have been a matching set with the armor, which was made apparent as Isidore placed it on.

"On another day, I wish to truly train with you as well, Assassin..." Isidore stated, as he began to walk towards the exit, "but for now, the night is young, and we should not waste the time we have. It will be in our best interest to secure as much of this district as we can, so that our enemies may not make an attack on our base"

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Heading to > Foreign District, Surface

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

... This Caster does not seem to want to reason. I'll silence him, Master.

As the ever-faithful Caster began to speak, his identity became very clear to Saber: the prophet who split the Red Sea, Moses. Of course, this meant two things. One, the spell that Caster is beginning to cast is likely a sort of Magecraft privy to those who worship YHWH, something that Saber would ideally not want completed. Two, it's that the staff that he carries may also be an issue, and is likely this Caster's true Noble Phantasm. In any case, all this information did was prove to Saber that this Caster was weak, as he required a Noble Phantasm in order to calm an unaligned magus.

And of course, this Caster's choice of actions have also proven to make the Demon Prince angrier.

Like the humming of a mosquito in a quiet summer night, the mutterings of Caster's faith had annoyed Saber to no end. His decision to attack, however, managed to rouse a true feeling of anger from the rage-filled swordsman. It is the sort of anger that one would feel after somebody dropped a soft-served ice cream cone on their new Yeezys. In other words, if Caster had wished to rouse any sort of hostile intent from the otherwise mild-mannered Saber, then he had easily accomplished his goal...

A red glint glimmered from the cage-like visor that concealed Saber's face as he began to move at a speed faster than any normal human could comprehend. With a quick flick of his wrist, Saber's round shield came flying, the sharpened edges slicing the air as it flew for Caster's arm. If he didn't move out of the way, he'd find the arm holding his staff would quickly be crippled, if not cleanly lopped off.

At the same time, Saber disappeared briefly, rushing to Caster at a speed akin to a wild beast's. To say that Saber's movements were similar to that of a Monstrous Beast would not be a hyperbole. However, his inhuman movements carried a brutal sort of efficiency. Saber's movements and tactics weren't the ones that belonged to that of a knight, but rather one of a seasoned killer, and it wouldn't be far off to mistaken Saber for some sort of Assassin or Berserker. Even Caster himself would be able to sense that Saber did not seek to his opponent, but to annihilate him. With his fists curled, Saber launched his body for a hook to Caster's jaw, opposite to the arm that he holds his staff in.

Temperament of the Slayer: A+

It was an attack meant to confound one's opponent, born not out of refined tactics, but rather from the experience of facing off against many crafty opponents such as dwarfs and spellcasters. To split their focus, occupy their hands from performing the precise movements needed for some spells, and prevent them from speaking aloud their incantations.

Of course, this meant that Moses had only a mere moment to make a choice that may decide the rest of this confrontation.

Would he defend Saber's punch, sacrificing his arm in order to leave his spell uninterrupted?

Would he move away from Saber's shield, slamming himself into Saber but leaving the arm holding his Noble Phantasm uninjured?

Or would he, by some divine providence, find a method to defend against both attacks at once?

Whatever the case, it was clear that Saber's intent is to disable his opponent. The question is will Caster allow this to happen?

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

As dialogue began between Tenryuu and the other Master, Saber's annoyance began to simmer down. It made much more sense to have a weaker team under their control rather than eliminating them instantly, especially if this Servant was a Caster. Having a powerful ally that can provide some sort of utilty is ideal, especially one that may be able to shore up Saber's few weaknesses. Not only that, but what they are standing on...

I believe we're on one of the fallen leylines, Master. I don't think this Caster began to set it up just yet, but if you are able to have his Master come to an understanding, we may be able to have them set it up for our benefit. If they do not accept your offer, however...

Saber's stance became less tense, although he still kept Nagelring in his hand as he maintained eye contact with the Caster in front of him. If this Caster had decided to make any sudden moves, Saber would need to be ready for such an ambush just in case. However, at the same time, judging by who this Caster may be exactly, Saber wasn't too worried about such an attack happening. In any case, it mostly seemed as if this encounter would be decided between the two Masters more than anything.

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground

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@Crusader Lord

Well, that was unexpected.

Isidore knew that using such an open-ended catalyst would result in some sort of deviation, but to deviate so far as to summon a Servant quite different from the Master is strange, indeed. As it stands, it's clear that this strangely-dressed Servant wasn't the one that he had sought to summon. No, judging by his behavior and outfit, it's almost very clear to the alchemist just who the grail chose to be his Servant in this war. In any case, there's no denying that this man is also a master at the techniques that the Gavros sought to improve upon. And if he truly is that thief...

"... Yes, that is correct. I am your Master." Isidore stated, as he began to pull his hoodie off, revealing to the Servant who stood before him a strange, impressive sight; a sleek black metal frame with dimly glowing orange lights. To Autolycus, Isidore's body resembled the armor of a certain other famous hero of Greece, known for their speed. Isidore's cybernetic body was, indeed, a well-made replica of that very same armor that was praised throughout the Trojan War.

Of course, at the same time, such an impressive body was not just for show. Surely, it also had some sort of combat capabilities. Isidore's intentions weren't just to show off to his Servant his greatest weapons. No, all of the alchemist's actions served to have a purpose, and indeed, the reason behind why he chose to summon a Servant of the sort that he did was rather simple. Stuffing his hoodie into the gym bag before tossing it to the side, Isidore moved into a striking stance, wasting no movement as he did so. Locking eyes with his Servant, the Gavros heir steeled his own resolve. It was Isidore's intention to see just how the Gavros family's martial arts fared in comparison to that of a hero of myth, both to see how his body would handle against a Servant as well as to see if the art refined by his ancestors was able to hold up against another master of Pankration.

"If you truly are the man that taught Heracles how to wrestle, then show me what you've got."