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@Raineh DazeNah, I edited that. She's no longer using her Familiars to spot Flash Air, so the attack isn't degraded at all by that. If it's just a matter of line-of-sight, however indirect, the curse will seek out its target to the best of its ability. Granted, it's not literally all of her Prana because she has to protect herself from The Mist, as you said, but it's still a fairly respectable level of power for a single spell.

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@VitaVitaARI mean yeah, that totally works, provided the barrier's provided enough prana to repair itself faster than the curse can bore its way through. I guess I'm just not entirely comfortable with setting the precedent of having my character's most directly offensive, accurate, and deadly attack being casually sidestepped in a single line of narration, unless there's good reason for it. Like, if Elizabeth is as fast as a Servant, then of course there'd be no contest - Mira can't come anywhere close to that, even at her best. But even if Breathing and Walking is generally a sign of prodigious magical talent, I wasn't aware she was quite on that level, so I figured I'd better ask for clarification. ^^;

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I'm working on a bio for another thread at the moment, so I probably won't post until later tonight. Regardless, @Crusader Lord, I'm a bit confused by Elizabeth's response to Mira's attack. All you mentioned was that she tossed herself out of the way of the initial strike, but then said she dodged it completely. Did she just move so fast as to dodge every consecutive attack as it followed her until the curse completely burned itself out, ending up to one side so quickly that Mira couldn't even follow her movements and it just looked like she'd stepped out of the way? Or did she blast it out of the air with a correspondingly powerful spell before it could attack again? Or did she just dodge it once and then assume she was safe, because if that last one's the case, then it's just going to twist at an impossible right angle and come right back at her the moment she moves, meaning she's not exactly safe.

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Lancer

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90

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Lancer sighed to herself and shook her head, but smiled nevertheless. Sure, she'd lost out on a nice candlelit dinner for two, but she supposed that was to be expected. It seemed regardless of who her Master was or what name he called himself, some things never changed. The man she served would always thirst for battle, for glory, for victory. So long as there was a prize to be had, he would seek it without hesitation or delay, overcoming all obstacles in his path. So, that hadn't changed... even in this peaceable era, where her Master was but an out of place boy on the cusp of manhood, struggling to make his way in a time and place that was ill suited to his ambition. Even if he didn't realize the truth of her mystery, and of the curse she had inadvertently borne with her upon the both of them, there were still some things that had remained constant. That, for now, was more than enough to give her reassurance.

Lancer gently steered their path into a darkened alleyway, glancing from side to side to ensure that they wouldn't be seen. It would have been a pain to erase the memories of anyone who might have witnessed what followed, and even more troublesome to hunt them down and kill them. "As you wish, my dear Master," She said, giving a gentle smile as she released the stone clutched in her hand. Immediately, it lifted off into the air, and floated steadily upward and over the rooftops to the west, retracing its steps to its destination.

Rune Magic: B

Now, then... the only matter at hand was to follow it, but it would have been terribly boring to just run on foot. Not to mention that they'd be making a spectacle of themselves. She probably should have asked permission for what she did next, but... she was to proceed with all due haste, yes? Her orders had been given, had they not? So, grinning cheekily to herself, she abruptly withdrew her hand from Edward's grasp, and then wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, looking up with a sly smile.

"Now Master, do hold on tightly, alright?" This was his only warning before a second later, Lancer braced herself against the ground, then leaped violently upward into the air. In an instant, they accelerated far beyond the human eye's ability to track their progress, yet all that Edward would feel was a gentle breeze as they found themselves soaring ever-higher... and then completely failed to descend again. Lancer laughed to herself, hopping and twirling upon thin air, arms wrapped around her master all the while as if waltzing upon the clouds. With each step she took, a faint pulse of formless energy split the air beneath her like the beating of the wings of an unseen bird.

■■d■ ■f ■h■ V■■■■r■■■: B
A skill of unknown origin and identity. Appears to function similarly to an incredibly fine-tuned form of Prana Burst, releasing precise pulses of Prana in order to amplify movement abilities. Its linear acceleration capability appears to be incredibly high, but it also grants the user an incredibly fine level of control over their own maneuvering, such that impossible turns and "riding" upon air currents - not to mention simply walking upon thin air - become possible. However, this skill also appears to transcend a simple usage of Prana, as the user and any belongings or individuals carried with them is seemingly unaffected by forces such as gravity and air resistance, and feels only the breeze as they move. Such a casual defiance of natural law is rare indeed, even among Heroic Spirits.

Dancing thus across the air, Lancer rapidly tracked the stone in its flight, soaring over the city with the ease of a casual stroll. As she drew closer to her destination, a golden light began to envelop her, and her previous casual attire began to be replaced by something else. A white cloak fluttered upon the wind, and gilded scales shimmered in the light of the moon as the Servant descended along with her Master upon a towering rooftop, overlooking the area surrounding the Church.

With a metallic clang, the spiked butt of a long spear with a curving blade of white steel planted itself in the concrete, and Lancer's own armored sabatons resounded against the pavement as she released her Master and strode to the edge of the rooftop. She stood silhouetted against the darkness of the night, the ornamental wings of her armor like those of an eagle seeking its prey. In an instant, she had been transformed from a young maiden to a radiant golden warrior, who thus stood sternly overlooking the battlefield below.

"Good grief," She sighed, shaking her head. It seemed that there was already a battle underway close to the Church, but she couldn't make out the details of who was fighting or what weapons they employed, as her view was obstructed by a large cloud of smoke. Elsewhere, her stone had gone off on the trail of some other Servant fast absconded, signaling that there were others still in the area.

"The war's only just begun, and they're all already trying so hard to kill each other." She shrugged, plucking her spear back from and giving it an experimental twirl, testing its familiar weight in her hands. Its undulating blade split the air cleanly like a thunderclap, sending a mighty wind billowing outward from the rooftop. The old rush, the old power, the old thrill of battle... She hadn't felt this way in far too long. Already, she could feel the old fire alight in her bosom, and she knew that this time, she would not fail in upholding the oath she swore.

"Well, whatever," She turned back to her Master, and spread her arms as if inviting him once more to an embrace. "The battle here seems quite dull, and it's unbecoming to interrupt when warriors are giving their all. What say you we go hunting instead for more elusive game, and seek those who've already turned tail and fled?" Although she spoke highly of matters of pride and honor, truth be told, those words meant little when it came to her reasoning. Rather, it seemed to her that intervening in an already desperate battle seemed far too likely to make herself - and, more importantly, her master - into the targets of the combatants already committed to the fight. But, if there was a Servant who had already run away, then didn't it stand to reason that they'd have done so because they were weak? It was hardly honorable to dispose of a fleeing, weakened enemy... But honorable though she'd have liked to call herself, seeing this war won was much more important than any sort of empty pride.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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"That's wrong, though, Reina," Fumika had noticed somewhere along the line that the others were trying to cheer up Reina as well, and so had remained utterly silent and simply settled for hugging her - at least, up until now. After all, she was terrible at talking, and never knew the right thing to say... It was better to let everyone else speak. They'd know how to keep her from being sad, right? And yet... Fumika felt like she had to say something, because what Reina said sounded a lot like how she herself felt.

"I can copy people, which lets me use their Quirks, too," She started in the only place she really knew for sure: herself, and her own experiences. It might not have been immediately obvious to the others where exactly this train of thought was heading... at least, until she continued. "But I can only create what I've taken the time to copy by watching it, and I don't have much energy to use to create things. Reina is really strong, so even if I made a Reina, I wouldn't be able to do much with that strength before I got tired and burned out. And I couldn't control it nearly as precisely as the real Reina." She hugged her more tightly. "That's why you're wrong. Reina with Reina's Quirk is better than anyone else with Reina's Quirk, because Reina knows how to use it best." This was the best she could think of... The best words that she had to offer. But if it was anyone else, they'd have known how to say it better. They would have understood. She was the strange one, the one whose words didn't make sense. But... then... what had they said to her? Her mind drifted back to a warm summer day spent following the hero she herself had most looked up to. That had been only a little while after she'd met Haruka. And, after seeing how amazing her Quirk was, she'd been more than a little awestruck.

You're so strong and fast and cool. You can do anything! You're like... like a real hero! I wish I had a Quirk like yours, instead of...

Fumika's eyes lit up, and she remembered. The words she'd heard back then were definitely the words Reina needed to hear now. So, tugging her head back, she stared Reina straight in the eye, and spoke with a sudden conviction, confidence, and power that was completely at odds with her usual demeanor, as if somebody had just uploaded an entirely new personality into her brain. Not even her inflection or her body language was the same, but her intentions remained the same.

"'What're you talking about? What kind of Quirk you have doesn't matter one bit. It's all up in here," She tapped one finger on the side of her own head, and gave an uncharacteristically cocky and charismatic grin. "Whether your Quirk's so weak it couldn't even hurt a fly, or so strong that you could beat anyone... I'm tellin' you, it doesn't make a single bit of difference! What matters is your drive - how much you want to succeed, the things you believe in. Stuff like that. That stuff's important, because that's what pushes you to act. That's what decides how you use what you've got, and therefore, that's the only measure of how far you can really go. In the right hands, even a useless Quirk can do a lot of good, while in the wrong hands, a powerful Quirk can just make bigger problems. You, though... You're the right person with the right Quirk! So, don't think about what you can't do, or what somebody else could do in your place. Think about all the things you can accomplish, and then you'll realize it. You can do anything if you put your mind to it.'"

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, shaking her head slightly. Just like that, her body language, expression, and presence were right back to how they'd been before. "Haruka once told me that," She said as if this explained everything. "She was always right about everything, and she'd say the same thing to you if she heard what you just said. So, please don't be sad, Reina. You were really heroic."

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As Ezra knelt and explained himself, Fumika nodded, giving a quiet "Oh." Indeed, his explanation made sense, and now that she thought about it, the structural blueprints she had of most people she'd recorded had similar space between their knuckles, so his explanation of the sound made sense, even if she was too exhausted to verify it by recording him herself. Of course, her questions were now answered, so it didn't really bother her when Jett approached and addressed the not-tree himself, striking up a conversation of their own. It sounded like they'd gotten into a fight during the exercise, but she stopped paying attention shortly after that point because the mean Yoshida walked into the room, accompanied by two people she didn't recognize.

As the map popped up, Fumika froze, then blinked, then stared very intently, as if this would reveal everything. Then she realized that she had no idea what any of the colors on it were supposed to indicate, so she had no idea what it meant - at least, until the teacher explained. As she'd feared, the attack force she'd advised hadn't been able to take Point C, but even more surprising was that, somehow, they'd lost Point B despite having half of their entire team aiming to take it. But if they'd lost it, why hadn't Delta Squad taken control of it? That didn't really make any sense.

She would have probably gotten distracted by that train of thought, but she heard her own name and immediately snapped back to focus, her antenna sticking straight up as if standing at attention. And, what she was met with was... A video of her own battle against Kenichi? She stared intently at the screen, watching play by play as her own struggle was televised. With each blow she saw delivered, she remembered all too keenly the feeling of the world seeming to spin and shake, the pain digging into her very bones, and the creeping fatigue that made it hard to even stand. And yet, despite that...

As the mean Yoshida summarized her performance, she couldn't bring herself to disagree with his assessment. Throughout that battle, she had been entirely dependent on her Quirk's abilities. The only reason she'd managed to settle the fight in the first place was because she'd stolen the strength of others. She'd held her own because of one simple trick, and she hadn't fully been able to live up to her vow to beat the nice Yoshida with her own strength alone. Her antenna drooped in disappointment as she reached up instinctively to tug at the ends of her hair, but her hands dropped slowly back down to her sides.

She hadn't quite managed to do what she'd wanted. She could have done better. She had so far to go before she herself could stand on her own two feet as a hero, without hiding behind anyone or relying on their strength to carry her through. But still... Seeing that battle again...

So then... I should be able to win here, right? Even if it means relying on my Quirk... I want... I want to win!

Your choice... WASN'T WRONG!

Even if she'd depended on others, he'd said her choice wasn't wrong. He'd told her that the strength she'd used was her own. And in the end, the one who'd settled the fight really had been her. The attack that had beaten him wasn't a fake, or some impersonal trick, but had been delivered entirely with her own power.

Then you have a goal. No matter what happens, don't give up on it, okay?

It's not about your Quirk, it's not about comparin' yourself to other people all the time. All that matters is the work you put in! Just like All Might says, we've got to go even further beyond--Plus Ultra!

He'd told her that even if she wasn't as strong as him or Haruka, she could get stronger. That what mattered wasn't the weakness she was born with, but rather the effort she put in. He'd said that if she just did her best, then she could really become the kind of person she wanted to be - that she could be more than just an imitation!

I did it, Haruka... See? You were right... I really can be... strong...

She'd told her that there wasn't anything to be afraid of... that she could stand on her own two feet alongside real heroes, and hold her head proud. She'd given her everything - her life, her hopes, her dreams, her everything. So, even if she still had a way to go, that was fine, right? Because...

By the time I next see you face-to-face, I want to know exactly how it is you became such a great Hero, Fumi.

Because at that moment, her eyes had been burning with determination. Because at that moment, even if she was in pain, even if she couldn't stand on her own, she still hadn't given up. Because at that moment, she'd looked just like the person she admired most.

Because at that moment, Motome Fumika had looked cool, just like a real hero!

So, nervous though she might have been, she didn't fret. She didn't fuss. But she did something she felt like she hadn't done in a very long time, perhaps not since the accident that had set her down this path and brought her to this point. For the first time since her arrival at Komei, Fumika didn't just blankly stare, or give a faint grin, or one of her usual understated displays of emotion. Rather, the girl beamed with joy, her face flushed with pride, and her eyes glimmering with hope. Yes... She'd have a lot of things to tell Haruka about today. And maybe... just maybe... This wouldn't be as hard as she'd thought.

As the debriefing continued, Fumika was still feeling a bit hazy. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest, and she could finally breathe freely. Her heart just felt so warm at that moment that it might have burst. She wasn't used to feeling this way, didn't really understand why she was feeling so many things in that one moment in the first place. And yet, she didn't dislike it. She'd earned this.

Still, she was curious about how the rest of the exercise had gone, and so did her best to pay attention to the results at the other two points. What she saw certainly surprised her. She'd thought that she'd taken things too far in her fight against the nice Yoshida at first, but... She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she watched what had unfolded in the initial charge at Point C. She'd told them to attack directly, but... She'd guided them headlong into a terrifying trap. The fact that Sen had gotten hurt so badly was her fault for sending him into danger, right? And it was no wonder that both sides had lost Point B - the entire building had been destroyed! She stared in disbelief. She wasn't sure if even Haruka could bring down such a large building in one attack. But who had done it in the first place? She'd seen almost all of the enemy team's members in the recordings, so that did narrow it down, but...

Jett's second fight was next. Although the teachers criticized him for fighting recklessly, Fumika couldn't help but be impressed. She hadn't had any real training in martial arts herself, but she'd seen martial artists before, and had done her best to copy as many of their tricks as she could. As such, she could clearly tell. Even though the not-tree boy, Ezra, was clearly the stronger of the two, Jett's control over his balance and center of mass was definitely better. Managing to throw somebody who probably weighed almost twice as much as he did, and who was definitely stronger... That was even better than the trick she'd used to throw Yoshida in her fight! She'd have to figure out how to apply the leverage right, in case she needed to break out of a hold like that...

But before she could get distracted, another fight popped up on the screen. The six-winged boy was up against the nice girl who'd shown her where the door was - Reina. From the moment the fight began, Fumika found herself grimacing in sympathy. That bird-boy... He would be a terrible opponent for most people, herself included. If there was no way to reach him or get him out of the air, then he could just attack with impunity. Although she somehow managed to throw a few projectiles his way with surprising speed, she couldn't seem to inflict enough damage to bring him down. The fight was less of a battle and more of a one-sided assault, as her airborne enemy strafed her over and over again, while she simply seemed to be running for cover. Fumika frowned. It was such an uneven fight... She was trying as hard as she could, and yet... There obviously wasn't anything she could do. It was hard to see the look on Reina's face through all the dust and chaos, but Fumika didn't need to in order to know that it must have looked exactly like her own crestfallen expression when she'd realized how outmatched she really was, be it against Yoshida or against Haruka. Even so... she wasn't giving up either. Even though she couldn't do anything to stop him, she was still... Wait, what even was she doing? Why was she standing on that door? Now she was climbing on top of a truck? She must have been trying to attack him somehow, but how? Her Quirk... what did it do again? She seemed to recall her hand sticking to her when she had reached out to get Reina's attention...

Fumika gasped out loud as she realized just a moment early what was about to happen. The door slammed into Reina and carried her upward into the air, and the blonde grimaced, remembering all too clearly the pain of the similar impact she'd taken from Yoshida's punches. She'd known that would happen, and yet she was willing to go through with it, just for a chance to win...? That was so... so cool!

She found herself literally on the edge of her seat, watching and hoping desperately that Reina would be able to do it. With each blow exchanged between the two, she could see the pain in their faces, could feel the intensity of the fight. But neither one of them gave up. Even though she was injured, even though she was at a huge disadvantage, even though she could hardly stand... Reina kept on fighting. She'd had it even worse than Fumika herself had, and she was still...

Fumika frowned. Reina fell to the ground, defeated. That wasn't right. That wasn't right at all. She'd been just like a Hero, had done everything in her power to succeed, had kept fighting no matter the cost. She'd even thrown herself in the way of falling debris to protect her team, had managed to take the fight to Acion in the air despite all his speed and power. She'd managed to drag him down, had been so creative and determined and strong... Why was it, then, that she'd lost? That wasn't how it was supposed to be! That wasn't right! She was so cool, so why... Why did she look so sad?

Jett and Toni's fight cheered her up a bit. As she watched, she couldn't help but stare in awe as his figure blurred and flickered across the camera feed, while his opponent flew high in the air, raining showers of debris. Her eyes had the same sort of awe and wonder as a small child watching pro heroes for the first time, and really, why wouldn't she look that way? That was so cool! To be able to move instantaneously, or to control objects like that... And the way they fought was so fast! Repelling herself off of objects she'd placed in advance? That was really clever, and so useful! And Jett... He just tackled her out of the air like it was nothing, knowing she'd have to break their fall! Throwing his life into danger, confident of what the outcome would be... That was the way a real pro had to act, right? That was so cool, so cool, so cool! And yet, she couldn't fully shake her mind off of what she'd seen, or the way Reina hung her head as she sat alone closer to the front of class. It wasn't right that she was so sad. It wasn't right at all. Fumika knew how she felt, but... Hadn't she realized? Didn't she see how cool she'd looked?

The rest of the debriefing was a blur. Apparently, the empty man was the one who had brought down Point B, which confirmed her suspicions that he was dangerous. Mina was praised for taking Point A, but for reasons Fumika herself couldn't understand, that actually made her a little upset. If Yoshida had still been there, Mina definitely would have lost. ...Huh? What was she thinking again?

...When the debriefing finally ended, Fumika wasted no time. A serious look on her face, she stood up, then marched straight down towards the front of the room. Other people were gathering closeby, but she paid them no mind, shoving or slipping her way right between them. Thus, seemingly out of nowhere, she suddenly barged right in and stood directly over Reina, staring at her with an unreadable, yet somehow sad look on her face. She needed to know... She needed to understand how cool she was. Even if she hadn't won, she'd done so much... It wasn't right to let it end this way. For once, she finally knew how somehow felt... She knew that she was sad, but how could she make her feel better? How would she have made herself feel better? She wracked her brains, but in the end, there was only one thing she could think of.

In her own self-assessment, Fumika wasn't a smart person. If anything, she was always the weird one, the one who watched and watched but could never understand anything, or anyone. To be honest, it made her kind of sad, too. No matter how many times she tried to talk to people, she never knew what to say, or what to do. No matter how much she thought and thought about what to do, whatever she chose would always be wrong. That was why she only ever did what other people told her to do - because then, at least, she was sure to make somebody happy by doing what she knew they wanted. This was different, though. Suddenly, she understood someone else's feelings completely, but she had no idea what it was she needed to do, what it was that Reina needed to hear... She didn't like deciding things for herself, but this wasn't right. It wasn't right to let Reina be sad.

So, completely out of the blue, she reached out, wrapped her arms around Reina, and gave her the biggest hug she could.

"Good fight, Reina. You were cool," She said. Her voice was as calm, quiet, gentle, and tired-sounding as always, but... The way she said those words was filled with nothing but pride and admiration for her teammate. To be honest, she felt terrible. She wanted to do more, wished she knew how to do more... But this was all she could think of. All she could do was hope that it would be enough.

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Fumika blinked, giving a tired stare as an unfamiliar voice addressed her. Why was there a shadow over her? She hadn't thought she was sitting under a tree. Trees shouldn't be indoors. So it probably wasn't a tree then, especially because it was talking to her. Trees didn't normally talk to her, and even if they did, she wasn't sure what she'd say to them. But, then again, she wasn't sure what she'd say to people who talked to her, either, so the problem was likely on her end.

...Oh, right. If he wasn't a tree, then he was probably a person. She looked up. There were indeed no trees to be found, but rather just a very, very tall boy with messy black hair. It looked soft and fluffy, though, rather than leafy and green, which was what she'd expected from a tree, or a tree person, or a person who just so happened to coincidentally remind her of a tree. It probably would have felt nice to pat his head, but sadly, he was simply too tall. Even if she was standing up, she'd probably have to stand on her tiptoes just to reach, and she was too sore right now to want to stand up anyway. Hmm... But Yoshida was fluffy too, and he was shorter than her. She reached over suddenly as Yoshida whined something about "romcom protags" and patted him on the head, ruffling his hair. It really was fluffy and soft. Now she could relax and turn her attention to the matter at hand.

Right. The not-tree had been asking her how she'd managed to "slap up" the main character, which was probably Yoshida, because he had the main character seat and she hadn't fought anyone else, so unless he was mistaken and was talking to the wrong person, that was probably who he meant. But she hadn't ever slapped him... Although she had sucker punched him in the jaw, which might have looked like a slap from really far away. But to even see her and what she was doing at that distance...

"You have really good eyes," Fumika said at last, her own eyes wide in obvious amazement. Then she stopped, though about it a moment, and then shook her head. "Or maybe you have really bad eyes... I didn't slap him, but I guess it might have looked like it either way." She shrugged. Now that that was addressed, he'd asked how she'd done it, so it was probably best to clarify that, next. "I punched and kicked him a couple of times, though. I also threw him through a wall and put him in a box. Well, it was actually more like I put the box on him, but then he was in it so it turned out the same either way. Oh, and then we played tug of war. Me and me and I won, but we also lost. But then I used Haruka's special move and the wire man and the shiny girl and a gasmask and...! and..." She trailed off and her antenna drooped suddenly. "And I can't actually remember anything after that, so I think then I passed out." She sighed. It was strange not being able to remember something that had happened to her. She liked taking naps, but burning herself out always just made her feel so... unnatural, she supposed. She was always able to remember things in perfect detail, but when she ran out of energy, her memories would always become hazy and unclear. Her father had told her that people normally remembered things that way all the time, and it was their Quirks that were special, but Fumika couldn't understand how people could recall anything that way. It was all so vague. She didn't like things to be vague. Everything was hard enough to understand as it was.

Oh. Right. The not-tree who was actually a man who was really fluffy and tall was still here. She stared curiously up at him, wondering if there was something else he wanted. He was doing something strange with his hands, too... Fumika began fidgeting with her hands in mimicry of his own motions, because when he did it, it made some kind of strange cracking noise, but when she did it, the most she could manage was a faint pop, and she wanted to know why that was. It felt uncomfortable, though, so she stopped. And that unpleasant sound... Did that mean...?

"Are your hands broken?" She asked innocently. "The sound they make is weird. You might want to have someone look at them."

@Artymis@Zeroth

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@Seirei No HaiHmm... The thing is, Lancer probably wouldn't want to be apart from Edward if she could help it, since she couldn't protect him if she was. Clingy and paranoid - great combination, that. So she'd probably just rush to their base and then to the site of the battle, or just carry him to the battle and tell him to stand back and let her handle things. Either one of those works fine. :P

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@VitaVitaARBeyond Medea's skillset as Caster? You flatter me, but no. These are curses that rapidly accelerate the decay of flesh, based in the concept of a memento mori or inducement of illness taken to its logical extreme through rapid necrosis, not giant death lasers that eradicate all in their path. As for moving the attack to point A to point B when it's launched, although it's seemingly like teleportation, that's actually just a usage of Flash Air, swapping one thing for an equivalent. Since both the curse and her familiars' down takes the form of crow feathers, the swap was made possible, although the difference in Prana intensity makes it inefficient. Flash Air is also an imperfect transposition which degrades the things swapped, reducing the curses' power somewhat as a drawback, and necessitating the absolutely massive expenditure of Prana she just used in order to overclock her curses to the point where they'd still be effective even after being replaced.

As for picking out her target, that's why she didn't go for Assassin. The Mist covers a dozen to two dozen meters, if I'm not mistaken, but Elizabeth was taking off running with Reinforcement magecraft in the direction of the Church - an easy target for Mira's crows to spot. Speaking of which, the reason she's less efficient outside her mansion is because in order to perform Flash Air, she needs her familiars to spot for her... all of which are currently located right here because she was gathering them to her location throughout the Rider fight to keep an eye out for ambushes. Even so, it's still less efficient, which is why she utterly burned herself out launching one attack.

TL;DR: This is pretty much the equivalent of Tohsaka throwing out a Jewel storing high powered magecraft at Saber during the prologue - a desperate attack with as much power as the caster can muster, but lacking in much precision or guidance after being fired. The curses don't home in on their target, and can still be blocked with magecraft - or by mundane means, since if they don't come in close proximity to flesh, they can't apply their effect - or neutralized even after they hit through the expenditure of Prana. Also, she literally just exhausted herself with just one spell, so this isn't an accurate measure of Mira's average single target offensive power, but is closer to an estimate of what her most powerful direct attack would be. Like I said, she's completely panicking and just really desperately wants everything threatening her to either go away or die, so she's basically just throwing out everything she has and hoping it works. Because of that panic, though, it's unreasonable to assume that Mira won't take a parting shot at Elizabeth, since she's the only enemy that she can see and there's an unseen murderer ready to stab her in the back now that her Servant is wounded. If it does become a fight and she sees how badly wounded Saber is, though, she's fully prepared to just use a command seal to nope them both back to her mansion, registration for the war be damned.

EDIT: Like, normally I'd just remove it, but I can't see somebody as panicky as Mira who always tries to psyche herself up by telling herself she can take on any enemy just rolling over and saying "Welp, guess I'd better just let this Servant keep stabbing me." It was either that or just firing off curses all around her - which doesn't really make much sense when she can't see her enemy herself, and a Servant could much more easily dodge - or burning a Command Seal immediately, in which case she'd probably order Saber to kill them rather than fleeing because holy shit they nearly just murdered us we've gotta stop them.

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Posted. Just for clarification, @Crusader Lord, I really don't mind however Elizabeth responds to Mira's panic attack - most of that impressive narration was more meant to be taken as Mira desperately trying to reassure herself that she's powerful so she won't be too terrified to move. Whether she gets hit by anything or not is entirely up to you, but I figured that Mira wouldn't come off entirely stable after getting nearly murdered for the second time in the span of a few minutes, so "FIRE EVERYTHING!" was pretty much the natural option. XD