[Don’t let him go!]
Maggie’s hands launched out, and captured Noboru’s closed hand in both; bring it, and him, close to her face. “
I’m safest with you, Anchin,” she mewled, no, growled, really. Her form reeked of mythical strength; Herne could determine, it was dragon from his own nature of knowing nature, and Noboru could take a wild guess, based off the large
horns that screamed,
‘Hey, I’m a dragon,’ growing from Maggie’s head.
For a moment, Noboru could take a sense of irony from the hair that they sprouted from; the emerald tresses retained no traces of the crimson he’d knew earlier, as if, her hair was the green light on her life, and she had no intention of relighting the red light. Equally, so, it seemed she’d no intention of fighting him -- if anything, she seemed determined to possess and cherish him.
Purely the opposite of a standard Berserker.
However, that didn’t remove the fact that she was, and anything could undo the eerily sincere disposition that she conducted herself with. Arresting his movement, taking control of his action, and directing the flow of intention; Maggie did all this with brute strength alone. Her unknown Servant had born the flame that knocked down all the soldiers that had posed him threat, and pinned them to the floor with their own form. Herne’s connection to the forest had told Noboru they were in less than dire straits, but they weren’t dead.
Berserker never fought with restrain, and yet Maggie had. Why? To impress him? No, to impress Anchin? Whatever the reason, he could think about it long, as she dragged him towards the roof. “
Steady, Anchin! We’re going to be free together!” Maggie cheered, as she bodied opened the securely locked down like it was rice paper, “
Just one leap of faith!”
Unfortunately, faith was, decidedly twisted, and not on their side, as the roof was occupied by terracotta soldiers in the middle of a one-sided melee, as several were digging into the others with twisted expressions of unending glee; by knifepoint, swordpoint, and arrowhead, they shattered the expressionless soldiers, and brutally carved their skin, until the stone fractured upon their faces, and they joined the ranks unknown.
“There's more.”
“More.”
“Join in.”
“Be free.”
The school was slowly becoming a deathtrap.