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Berserker


Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery

Current Location -- Canal District - City of Science and Industry Building

@KoL@ItMeGritty@King Cosmos@Froppy


Berserker stood by Madhisi's side like the guardian knight she was, growling as Ruler threatened her Master and tensing up in the event that Ruler attacked. This caution was unwarranted however as Ruler moved on, blaming their ally for this indiscretion and slaying the Caster with impunity. She remained tense throughout the whole encounter, keeping her body in between Ruler and Madhisi, her Instincts working overtime she guarded her Master. A sword sliced through the air, a body hit the floor, the battle was over before it even began. The Ruler left, with not a single word to the duo as he left Mirai to mourn her loss. Berserker growled at Ruler as he passed by, making herself as threatening as possible to make sure Ruler did not renege on his word, but it was unnecessary. He left with no fuss, the night was silent once more. It was a solemn occasion to be sure, but now was no time for mourning.

Not when a certain Master saw fit to try and take advantage of the chaos, firing off a single shot at her Master. It was a simple effort to deflect the bullet even without her shroud, even more simple to determine just where the bullet had come from. Berserker roared at seemingly nothing, an empty space overlooking the museum with nobody there, but she knew their tricks. The bullet had come from there, it could only have come from there considering the angle. Berserker grabbed a nearby bench with a small grunt, flinging it at the spot where Andrew and his Servant were at supersonic speeds. Another bench soon followed, with a fire hydrant right after. Each one thrown with the same amount of force usually reserved for a tank shell being fired, needless to say they would have to move if they didn't want to be crushed.
Yui had been listening with attention at Margaret's story, just like her friends had. She gave a worried look at Tama once the story had been heard, but mostly remained silent.

It was only when Miss Tamashi spoke up, after their little Team Spirit display, that Yui could be heard muttering something seemingly out of a reflex; "...could there be multiple 'demons'?..." realizing she'd probably have been heard, she spoke louder.

"I wanted to tell Tama and Honoka something before we came here. Miss Tamashi, you mentioned the word Demon. I don't exactly know what it means or what it is, but it's the second time I'm hearing it mentioned today..." she marked a pause, thinking. Then, realizing she was doing a poor job at reassuring Margaret, the usual Yui smile came back to her lips.

"Oh!...B-but, whatever it is we'll bring your emblem back for sure! Just like Honoka and Miss Tamashi said. Keep Hope, for it is the brightest of any lights - and fiercest at banishing darkness."

If indeed this man was a Demon, then maybe he could provide on some information about the other Demon Yui had heard about - Aegis sister. If she was the source of the Darkness which fell over Miso City...she might have a lot to answer for.

"Oh?" Miss Tamashi did not miss the mention of demons among Yui's mutterings. Not when the scent of deep magic and chaos was in the night air. Even so, the conversation was brought back to order once Yui focused on the task at hand. Miss Tamashi made sure to meet the younger girl's gaze and smile with a nod; a sign that they had much to discuss later about these demons. But first, they needed to help out Margaret now didn't they?

"Alright girls, no time to sweat! We've got a Demon to wrangle in before the New Year approaches! Please, put on your coats and huddle close to me..." The area was about to get chilly in just a few moments. As soon as every girl had come close to the teacher, there would be a surge of magical power thrust upon them. It was a gentle push but one forceful all the same with the cold buffeting wind of outside slapping against their faces. "Here we are! I've tracked down the Demon's signature to this place-brrr!" Miss Tamashi wrapped her arms around herself, having using some kind of magic to teleport all of them to the foot of Miso Tower Central.

The highest skyscraper in the city.

At the sudden sting of winter air, Tama shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. "Brrr... Well th-that's a quick and easy way to t-travel at least," she commented. Just how powerful was Miss Tamashii? Not only had the teacher seemed to read her thoughts, she'd transported them all right to where they needed to be. Was this proof that magical girls really could become strong enough to make a difference? Tama could only hope so.

She stared up at the tower that reached high into the sky. "A demon, huh?" Somehow, the revelation that demons existed came as no surprise at all. Her experiences had told her pretty much anything was possible - in particular the things she didn't want to be possible. "Explains the weird atmosphere over the city. Especially if there really are more than one running around. I would say what next, but that'd just be tempting fate."

Honoka, meanwhile, didn't know what she was reeling the most from, the talk of demons or the teleportation spell. She'd thought their only enemies were Nightmares and dark magical girls, but yet again, it turned out there was more to this world than she'd known. Despite her bewilderment and ever-growing self doubt in the face of this unknown threat, she turned and beamed at her friends.

"Whatever it is next, I'm sure we'll be able to take on it just fine!" she reassured Tama. "Just like we can take on this. Now, let's go kick some demon butt! Uh..." She glanced at Miss Tamashii. "I take it you've done that before, right? Fought demons?"

As Honoka's attention rested on the teacher, so did Tama's. "If you have," the crystal user said, "is there anything we should know about them beforehand?"

Any further conversation would be immediately halted by a massive crash as a sword impaled the ground in front of them, cratering the concrete and sending dust flying into the air. "So you approach me willingly? I, Henry Avaritia, the Silver King, Archdemon Conqueror of the Nexus? Very well then, let our battle be one that shall rock this pitiful world to it's-" The grandiose speech was suddenly cut off by a horrid cough as Henry wandered out of the dust cloud, covering his mouth with one of his sleeves as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were squeezed shut, his other arm rubbing them furiously as his cough died down. "Fuck, I thought I would be able to do that in one take. Practiced for like an hour, didn't think about dust at all. Deva damnit, I knew I was forgetting something." His arms came away from his face, his eyes watery as he rapidly blinked, his eyes fluttering from that of a normal man to something straight from the void for a brief moment.

Henry shook his head and straightened out his jacket, several strange blade like devices emerging from his coat and floating around him. They eventually settled behind him, each one pointing their faces towards Miss Tamashi as Henry finally focused on the group. "Hey wait a minute... those things on you are..." He trailed off as he began muttering to himself, tapping away at several screens only he could see as he completely ignored the Magical Girls. "Well this is a major downer. I can't believe I didn't notice those earlier, I was all geared up for the best fight of my life and everything." A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, holding one hand to his forehead as muttered to himself about meddlesome angels.

"Did you need something or what? If you're gonna ask about a place to stay then I'm afraid the hotel is booked, already got someone- why did you bring your kids?" Henry blinked in confusion as he finally noticed the Light Girls, the blades pointing towards them now as he looked them over.

Yui still had a hard time understanding where exactly she was to put Miss Tamashi in all of the paranormal truths she was told and uncovered lately. On top of magic, that is. Her following act didn’t help Yui make up her mind, neither. Suddenly, cold air arose and the whole group was transported, or so it seemed, to another location. The green haired magical girl’s first reaction was to look around for Margaret, but she was nowhere to be found. She turned to Tama, stating; “I’m fairly sure there are mo--” but was cut off.

The entrance of the great Silver King, Archdemon Conqueror of the...something did not come in a subtile manner. While his entrance was silly, Yui remained on guard. Her eyes traveled from the apparent ‘Demon’ to Miss Tamashi - obviously she was way more than she let on, and Yui suspected she was the strongest of their group. Her reaction in face of the newcomer would tell her how to react. Not being prompt to violence, Yui first spoke up.

“A-are you the person who stole our friend’s emblem? We came to take it back. As well as as some questions.”

"Oh dear...you're one of those Nexus bullies, aren't you. I thought that project was scrapped a long time ago," Miss Tamashi said; though it might have been hard to pick up with the sword crashing into the ground. She looked up at the buffeted Demon up high with a sigh and a shake of her head, answering both Tama and Honoka at once. "Demons, at least most of them, are tricky creatures who often value pride above all else. They also like to monolouge alot but that's neither here nor there...as one can imagine, light is their weakness. Among others things, especially concerning this one."

Miss Tamashi smiled once Henry addressed her. "Goodness me! Do I really look that old? Well, I suppose in a way, these three are my children." She reached out to pat Yui on the head. "Just as she said, we'd like to ask you a few questions Mr. Silver Demon. Just a few, no more than that. See, my daughter, tragic as it is she can't be with us right now, has lost something most precious to her. Have you seen a shiny object of magical power? Something like, say...the ones I see you eyeing on my girls now," Miss Tamashi said, poking at one of the hovered blades before them.

The moment the blade crashed into concrete, red and blue light flared through the dust. Both Honoka and Tama, or rather Allegra and Angelite, stood their ground as a white-haired man made his dramatic introduction. An introduction cut short by a coughing fit.

Allegra suppressed a chuckle. Even if their enemy wasn't quite as intimidating as she'd expected, laughing at him seemed like a bad idea. The daggers that floated from his coat were proof enough of this, each black blade pointing towards Miss Tamashii. "L-Leave her alone!" Allegra stepped closer to the teacher, gripping her guitar in preparation for Henry's next move. She trusted Miss Tamashii was more than capable of standing up to the demon, but she couldn't let anyone who'd gotten involved get hurt. Even if, compared to the others, there was little she could do.

"Honoka..." Angelite placed her hand on the musician's shoulder, a gesture for her to step back, while listening to the teacher. "Monologuing?" Her gaze became a pointed glare as it shifted to the archdemon. "Yeah, don't they just."

She folded her arms, facing the new threat. While she didn't attack, the crystals that made up her wings bristled in case things turned ugly, which they almost certainly would sooner or later. "Just what do you want with emblems anyway?" she asked, her tone steadier than Honoka's, yet sharp-edged. "And what's this Nexus project?"

From the way Miss Tamashii had spoken of the subject, it sounded to have something to do with this.

A few questions got thrown his way, each one met with a different reaction. Did you steal our friend's emblem? A bored look as Henry buffed his nails on his shirt and checked them for leftover dust. Have you seen a shiny object of magical power like the things you're looking at now? A yawn, followed by a so so gesture. Just what do you want with emblems anyways? A small grin, Henry loved talking about his latest projects. What is the Nexus Project? For only a second, a look of pain combined with fear. "Alright alright alright kids, let's take it from the top. Didn't think we would be having a lightning round, let me gather my thoughts. Now then, have I seen shiny objects of magical power? Yeah, seen plenty. Some on those other girls I've seen around town, some on you. If I had a nickel for every Emblem I've seen, I would have 15 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it is a strangely large amount considering the topic." A thoughtful look crossed his face as he tapped away on another screen, one of the blades returning to him and rotating several times before returning to look at Miss Tamashii.

"What do I want with Emblems? Well I think they're really fascinating artifacts, this is all high level stuff that's gonna go over your head, but I'm currently doing a lot of investigation into the various aspects. Paradoxum, Eyes, Soul, Heart, Will, it's all fascinating stuff that I could spend hours going over. But I won't, because that's hours I could be spending on decoding the mysteries of the universe and/or killing... wait no, don't kill anymore. That's a bad, people don't come back to life in most universes. Next question!" He clapped, bringing all his blades back together as they assembled into a thin screen.

"The Nexus Project was an attempt to make the perfect army via constant war between three factions. Demons, which I am one of as you can guess thanks to your weird bondage mom. Machina, which were humans up until the point their toasters learned humans sucked and took over the war for them. I ended up joining those dudes because as it turns out, Demons are kind of assholes. Big shocker. And Angels, which are a bunch of losers with sticks so far up their holy asses that it's a wonder they could even walk, let alone fight. Well, there was one good Angel. No idea what ever happened to her, she was cool though." The screen split up into three segments, one showcasing a massive demon with a laser cannon for an arm sitting at a tea table way too small for him, the next showing off a young woman adorned in all sorts of electronics several dozen wires connected to her from the shadows, and the final showing off an Angel wearing glasses messing around with a large pile of scrap. She appears to be laughing in the photo, which was quite strange considering how the background appears to be a room straight out of Hell, with a massive throne covered in blood and jagged metal off to the side.

"I was a product of the Nexus, one of the greatest killers it had ever produced. Unfortunately everyone else there was a bunch of failures aside from like, one or two other people, so they blew up the Nexus to try again from scratch. I barely managed to escape thanks to my teacher, pretty sure I'm the only one who lived. Sucks to be those guys. Now then, final question! Did I steal your friend's emblem..." Henry made a circular motion with his hands, the screens splitting up into blades once more and producing a drumroll sound effect. As it reached it's crescendo, Henry took a deep breath and said...

"Yeah. I took the emblem." A small portal appeared in midair, a purple pentagram surrounded by several arcane symbols and what appeared to be incredibly long strings of code looping and constantly changing. A small green necklace fell out of the portal, directly into Henry's hand as he presented it to the group. "I've been working on producing a source of unlimited energy so I can make a Paradoxum at no cost to myself, this seemed like a good start." No shame was present on his face, in fact his face was filled with no small amount of pride. It was like he couldn't even grasp the basic concept that stealing was bad. "Now unless you have any further questions, I really need to get back to my research. I also need to ask my guest to fight me to the death. Wait no, death is bad in this universe. Keep forgetting about that. Can the child of a Vassal even die? Don't answer that, you don't know."
A Chance Encounter
Bois de Boulogne
Dusk - Night 2

@Seirei No Hai@Reflection@GreenGoat


The Servant unmasked with a flourish, revealing himself to be a tall and lanky man with very lackluster presence. She shouldn't judge of course, but she expected other legendary heroes to be much more... serious, than this man was. Her hand gripped her kunai tightly as he approached, her grip growing tighter as he just started trying to flirt with the two of them. Nobunaga in particular, which was more than enough to annoy her as she moved closer to her honorable ancestor. While she did not say anything, knowing it was not her place to fight Lord Nobunaga's battles for her, she still gave off an intimidating presence as she glared at the servant identified only as Yojimbo.

"NOBUKARA! Is that you!?" Nobukara opened her mouth to respond, only to be cut off as Chieko immediately moved up to Lord Nobunaga and began rambling. "WOW! It is you? It's really been a while. And to think last time I saw you I thought you were gonna be a hopeless A cup forever. And here you are, with least a B-cup. Wow, I guess dreams really do come true, huh!?" Her face flushed red, she had not been expecting Chieko to act quite like this considering her attitude the last time they had met. And then she groped Lord Nobunaga's breasts. "Wow, and they're really comfy!"

Nobukara sputtered as she tried to form words, her brain fried as she watched her friend(?) squeeze Lord Nobunaga's bountiful bosom with both hands, her fingers overflowing with... with... "C-Chieko-san... you're squeezing... onee-sama's..." Her nose bled as forbidden thoughts flashed through her mind, each one lewder than the last as she desperately tried to regain control of the situation.

"But what's with your servant? I thought you were related to some big shot warlord who was really cool? Why didn't you like cut a finger and use your bloodline as a catalyst to summon them? And what's with the limp? Did she get hurt already? I know Saber may look like a boarish man with terrible taste, but he knows how to dress a splint." A moment passed before comprehension finally dawned on Chieko's face, followed shortly after by horror as she realized what she had done. Profuse apologies followed, accompanied by a bow hard enough to slightly blow her hair back as Nobukara stared at the idiot in front of her. Perhaps this was a bad idea in the end.

"Chieko-san, why are you here? I'm sure you're aware, but this is a Holy Grail War. There is a very good chance you could die should you misstep. As a shinobi I walk with death every day, but you... you don't have to be here you know." Nobukara stared at Chieko very seriously, attempting to probe her and find out just how serious she was about this Holy Grail War. She didn't expect an answer right away, so she quickly moved on to her next topic. "Regardless of your reasons, it's rather fortunate we've met once again. As you can ascertain from my limp, I made an unfortunate mistake last night that led to my injury. Originally I had believed onee-sama and I to be strong enough by ourselves to win this war, but I'm afraid my injury has made things much harder." She crossed her arms behind her back as she looked at Yojimbo, then Chieko once more. "I don't know what you're fighting for here, but it would be in our common interests to ally. Two is better than one and four is most certainly better than two."

Then Lord Nobunaga chimed in once again, finally having recovered from that... experience. "Bold of you Shrine Maiden." Nobukara paled as she slowly turned towards her, face contorted in a strange mix of horror and something else as she stared at her not so honorable ancestor. "I'll accept your apology for now, however... the next time you do this. There will be no remorse and I will have to do a different kind of conquering. Her face went from pale to red as a tomato, her soul almost visibly escaping her body as Nobunaga struck the finishing blow.

"If you catch my drift."

'Why can't that be me?'
Berserker


Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery

Current Location -- Core District, Ritz Hotel

@KoL@Cu Chulainn


She tore through the walls like they were tissue paper, preparing to pursue the Lancer that had dodged her blow by the slimmest of margins. Every narrow escape by the man only enraged her further, she swung with wild abandon as she tried to halt her momentum and move towards Lancer once again. Yet something intercepted her, something with enough strength to take her blows and roar in return. This knight's armor was different, but just as Saber could smell the beast within Berserker, she could feel the presence he gave off. The presence of a king, of one who slew monsters like herself while being a monster in turn. The one who united Britain, the King of Knights, that thing could only be...

"ARTHUR! ARTHUR! ARTHUUUUUUUUUUUR!"


She was sent flying back by the force of his Noble Phantasm, crashing onto the street as the hotel crumbled around him. He stood upon the hill of swords with blade in hand, this would be the moment, she would prove herself worthy to her father and then kill him, she would become king. Even with her Madness Enhancement active, no, especially because her Madness Enhancement was active, her emotions shone through in front of the one she loveshates most. Her mask began to crack and fracture, her holy sword crackling with crimson lightning, a symbol of her lovehate for her father. She would channel all her feelings into her next swing, she would show that she was worthy as she demolished the country she sought to rule. She would become the king of-

"B͖e̲͓̣̰̗r͔̻̤̟s͍̙͙̫̤͉̗e̸̱̱̩̯͖̪͇r͓̤̠̖k͉̮̱͡e͇̩̝r̗̹̫̰͕ͅ,͏̟̗̱ ͖͙̠̖͖̀c͕̗̙̗͎̪ome̡͖ ̼͉̘b̫̳a͡c͏̳͇̦͉k̝̰̹̲͖̕ ̜͙̱͍̮̘t̥̩̹͡o̷ ͚̯m͘ẹ̡͇̱̭͈! ͕̘̲͜D̘o̳̞͖̼̫̝̞͝n̫͍̤̲̬̕'̱̮̝̟͓͍t̢̩̲̝̟̝̜̜ ̼̺̪̰m̷̜̞̯̠̘͓a͍̼̲̘k̻̹̦e̴̥̻͈̩ͅ ̘͙̠̬̗̣m̶̬̞͖̜͓e̯̥͚̝̖̞͙ ̠̝͉̖f̨͇or̘̮͚͍͠c̞e ̘̯̱͎̹̣y̡̬̪͚̝̜̳̟o҉̼̱̜̥̟̮̻ư͕̗̠̟̣̝ ̲͖̝̘͖͕t̞̙̬o͕,̹̦̣͍̘ ̨̩̠̬̜̦̫jṳ͖̼̙̺s̷̳̺̲̫̻t̰̹͙ ̸̮̞̭̦͇r͚̥̱͙̝͚ẹ̵̻̮̱̤t̷͍̫ͅr̹̯͓e̙̳͝aṭ̰͇ ̦͍̖͎ͅn͓͡o͇͚̥w͈͎̟͍!̴̭̬̖̰̻ ̶Y͓̦o̼̪u'̸̜ve҉͖̘̳̤̠ ̕d̳͖̤͎̭o͚̮͚͕̩n̗̫̝͎ͅe̴̺̻̪͈̗̠ ̤̼͙̞̰̦͚͡w͇͙̟̖̖el̶l͈͉ͅ ̗̤̖̳̣̞̕e̛̳̗̪͈̞̺̬n̴o̹̖u̫̦͉̗͎g҉̳͖͖̜̲̗h̛̞̪̯̬̹̭̙.̠̝̙͈ ̠̬̮͇̳͢C͚ọ̸̲̜̲m̬͙͠e̷͕̯̗ b͕̪͕̣̭̩͓͝a̹̳ͅc̴̙̯k̩̼̳̺.͓.͓̯̺͎͕͓̖̀.̩̖̦ ͖̗̗̪͍͍n̢͎͈̤͍o̡͇̹͇͇̖̼w!̛̹"


W̝̤̤͙͖h̼̼͈̫̖͕͠a̗ţ̙̬?͇̭̲̼̕ ̲͈̯͚͖W̻̪̩h̡̭̩͓̦͕̰̖y͖̹̲͚͓͓ ̮̙̬͚̮̤w̨͈o̠̫͚̩ͅu͎l̞d̷̫̻̦̩̻̣ ̤̩̳̭̻͎̣y̩̯̳o̞͓͓̫̞̦u c̙̱͔̮a̟͙̹͘ͅḻ̣̪l ̷̪͉̺m͈̣͖̙̯̩̲e̗̗̲ ͕́b̩ac̰̥͎͙̠͙̀k͡ ̼n̶̙̦͙͉̭o͏̳w̞͇͡ ̸̬̺m̯͓̭̻o҉̥̯͕̺̜͓͉t̗̠͖͎͎͈h͇͍e̺̗̮̬̪͜r͙̲͉̤̰̬͙? ̛͍͕W̶͈͎̰̹̰̘h͎ý̞͙͖͖̪̠͙,̺̮̘͎͟ ̷͔̞w͚͎͓̼̫̤͠h̥̪̝̬̮̺e̺̣n̴̰̺ ̰I̧̥̗̘̳̺̘ ̼̯̟̰̹a̴m̱̣̤̣ ̣͙̳͔̫̘̕b̰u̶ţ̺̤͙͚͍͍ ̺̙̺̜͖̩͠a̭̝ ̰̼͈͎͕̻̺m̵̱e̱̯̝̝͕r̠͍̮͢ȩ̞̩͍̦̣ ́s̥͚̠͕̮̺͞t̖̠e̥̳̮̭͝p̪̲͓͕͈ ͇͓̩̗͉̥͖͘a̷͖̰̟͔w̧a̧̫̝̱̺y̺ͅ f͚̫͇̩̼̜ro̬͟ͅm̼̖͈̫͡ ̕t͏̞̝̩̜̯h͏͚͈͍̘ͅȩ̱͖̱̦̺̞ ̼͎͙̬̮͍͚v̫̗͉̼̬i̜̜̗̩ͅc̜̙̘̮̜̳t̲̼̯o̯̬̬͚͟r̥͡y̸̱̮̯ ̯̙̳͕̟͘ͅy̝͍͠o̫͕͎̹̰̗u̶̫͖͕̫ ͎͓̼͎̪͎͎s̜̥̱o͈͓͕̗̥ ̰͈̪d̴͖͉͙͇̮̼̱es͍͖͕̠̩̪͠p̵͍̥̗͎̹e̘̺͞r̸̮͍̱͇̪̱a̛t̺͠ͅe̥̙͈̞͡l̤y ̴̤̞̫̺s̝͕̣̕ẹ͈e͍̪͢k҉͕͇?̭̰͍͔͔̻ ̬̜̤̲̮A̰̮̫̘̳̼͙h̙̫̭͇̹̭̺,͈͝ ̰̺̻̤̼i͓t͈͖ ̯is҉ ̢b̠̣̱̥e̻̣̝c̨̘̼̺͓͙͎̯a҉̙u̙̺͕͠s̮̗ͅe̟ ̧̭͕̺̺̫͚̤o̷͇̱̳̯͔̣f͔̮̜̻ ̫̣̠͉t͔͓̬͙̲̝h̕at͉̮̳͖̟̫ͅ ͔̞͕̺͔͡i̦͜n̸̟͇͓̥s̥̺̪͔e̷c̷͚̼͍̞t̡ ͇͓̮̱̩͔̀į̰͈̯̠̘͈ş̭̙͚̬̬͍n͇̯̪̬͔̹'̤̮̯̠̦͎͞t̶͓̹̩̫̹̰ ̗̜͖̟͔͘it̻̲͈͍͚?͚̬͍̯̤ͅ ̙H͔̩̹̲e̫̥̪̪̮͎͡ ͕̬̫̮̙͎w̜a̬̫̞n͏̙̖̩̻̪t͉͞ś ̯̖͇͎͇t͉͕o ̳̠̞͕͝i̡̤̣ͅn̴t̳̬͈͉̟̹̕ͅe̯r̠͕͙f͞e̘̬̬r͈̟̪̭͉ḛ,̱̤̟̟͝ͅ ̷i͙͜n̠̺̣̘̗͎ ͕̙̫̳a͖̯͚ ̷̹̼͖͎͖̥d͈̠ṷ̰͉̰̺̪è̜̼͎͈̫͍l ̢̰̞̠̝͍͖̝b̝̱͉e̷t̞̼̼̺̱w͓͘e̹̹̥̭̼͡e͏̠̞n҉ͅ ̡͔͕̻̲̪͔ṱ̮̠͝w̞͖͇͔͙̫ò͚̗͉̭̩̙ ̠̝̪k҉̯̜̩͔͓̮n̡͎͔i̺̳̯͕ͅg̹͝ḥ̴̥͇ͅt͎̩̩s͚̭̠̰ͅ. ͎̠͙͕͚H͍̭̬͍͎ͅo̵̳͚w̦͕̺͈̗ͅ ͍̖͕̙̥̜ḏ̢̪e̪̖͝s̳̱͚̬̥̲̀p̴̗̞͎͚̣i̹̰͇͇̳ͅc͉̻͍̥a̵͕̯̖̜̜͇͇b͇͠l͇͓͓̞͉ͅe̖.̜̣͔ ̡͖̲̻̲̪V̥̝͓eͅr͝ý ̢͇̟̹͎͙͙͔w̛e̬̜̤̮͓̬̙l͈̬̼̣̪͙l̬̗̜͈͓ͅ ͚̮̳͕̤t͙͕̦͔̦͠ͅḫe͝n͔̖̖,̴̯͍ ̵̝̤̬̲͖̟͈I̖̘̺͟ ̞̘̪̮̯̻͡s͚̠̺̮h̩̘̫̲̲͝a͠l͙͙̗̤̙̠͘ͅl͡ ͏̞͚c҉̱̦̥͉̥o̡͈̝͚̪m̱̳͉̜͓̬̭e̘̝̺ ҉̜̙̠̮̤͈b̠̞͓a̬̪̪͕̼c̶̖̲̮̙̙ͅḵ̛͖̳ t̰̦̝o̳̻̙ ̘̰̥̱̭̺̪́y͍̞̭̙̼̯̖o̸͚̟͕̮͙̺u̘̼̲̖̮̗͜ͅ.̨̲̮

The Berserker stopped, lowering her blade as she stared at Saber with barely contained bloodlust. The lightning on her blade faded, dying out until all that was left was that flawless steel. No words were spoken, but the intent behind her gaze was clear to even the lowest of dullards. The next time they met, she would have his head. She would become the King of Britain, that land that she destroyed in her childish rage. Berserker leapt away towards the museum, satisfied with the knowledge that her father was here.
Berserker


Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery

Current Location -- Core District, Ritz Hotel

@ItMeGritty@Seirei No Hai


And so the battle began, with Honda once again on the backfoot as he retreated from Berserker's furious assault. The room was cramped, a point in his favor as he utilized his experience and his reach to keep Mordred out of attacking distance. Yet that was all he was doing, merely keeping her out of attacking distance. The first strike was batted away by her left hand, the second by her right. Each strike would throw him further off balance, the strength behind each parry enough to shatter bones and rupture organs if they had connected with him. Yet she was no hand to hand fighter nor martial artist, her inexperience showing as she took a grazing hit from the third stab. Yet she barely even felt it, she ignored the pain and roared as she manifested her sword in hand, ready to finish off her foe from the night before. She plunged it into the ground below with all her strength, the floor cracking beneath them as she recreated the scene from night prior. Any human nearby would be blown away, while the ground beneath crumbled from the sheer force of the attack. The next two floors followed suit, the shockwave from her strike shaking the building to it's core as they both lost their grip on terra firma and entered freefall.

Berserker was ready for this, her shroud disappearing for a brief moment as she angled herself towards Honda in midair. Not even a second later it reappeared, starting from her feet and crawling up the rest of her body as she blasted towards Honda like a jet. She swung at the Lancer wildly, not even a hint of a pattern or any sort of skill to be discerned. Honda's technique and reach made it impossible to land a decisive strike quickly, so she simply removed half of the equation. Fighting in midair without footing would make technique nearly impossible to utilize, turning this into a battle of raw power.
Berserker


Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery

Current Location -- ???


"Berserker, can you hear me? I have a mission for you. Go to this location, you'll find more enemies there. Eliminate anyone that you see as a threat, and then come back home. Tr҉̺̩͈̳̠̼̦y̱̣̜̙̟͕ ̦̤̺̹̙t̞̣̱̝̩͈͡ǫ̗̩̼͍͖ ̳d̫͎̩o ̣̥͕͓ͅs̻̻͙̮̝͞o͔͎̝ ̟w̬̰̖̜͓i̫͔̥̲̭͘t͎̹͕h͎͚̰ ̭͜ą͓͎s͙̹̘͇̲͉ ̡͚̗͍͚̺͔̖l̛i̢̞̯͙̼t̸̰̖̥͍̗̭ͅt̮l̶ẹ͈̙ ͠n͏̤̟̮̮e͔̭̖̠e̝̣͇͟d̲̟l̼͖͍ess̛͎̩̮̮͍ͅ ̧̤͖͙ͅd͍͍̩e̺s͓͕̩̬͡t̞͈̰r̢̹͔̗̘͍̦̰u͏͉͈̲͓̲c̤̠̖̜̺t̸͚͇͎͉̙͍̻io҉̠̩̘͚̰n͏̼̪͇̝̥̮̫ ą͈̳s̸͇̳̰ ̤͈p̦̺͢ọ̜s̵̪̱̪̣̻͕s͇͙̜̥i̷̳͙̳̙͖̥ͅb̺l̮͙͓̟͚e̤̯̬ͅ,͠ a̬͖͎̱̕͝n̥͚̭̙d̴̩̣̣̩̦͔̬,̥̠̫͎͖̪̳͜ ̜̙̟͕͎̲͘i̸̟̝͞f̵͔̘̝̫ͅ ̱̖͇̟̲͇͖̕t̶̼͈̣̜͈̟̝ͅh̠̬̦͙͎͘͜ḛ̵̼͉̱ ̢͕̱̱̙̠f͓ͅi҉̯̮͢g̼̼̻̖̦̮h̻͖t̶̡͔̫̦̜̺̹̫̦ ̡̛͔̺í̴͙̟̱͞s҉̲̲̳̙̺̼ͅ ̧̬͈̞̤̳̻͘t҉̹ͅo̖̭̪̮̬͙̤o͎̙͖̜̜͙͟ ̨̼̮h̠̬a̳̮r̸̹͎̗̱̝͉͙͢͠d̸͈̱͔̳̞̟̼͇͈͜͢,͉̰͙̱̜͉ ̦̯j̸̫͈͎̬̝̕͝ͅú̙͙͓͉̟s̹̣̜̳͎̀t̶̪ ̛̮̠̖̳̜̘͓r̵̞̲̠͢e̷̞͚͈̗̮̪͠t̶̫͕̯̳̩̪͍͜ͅr̬̥̼̱̰͞e̵͏͉̙͞ͅa̖͚͍̣͇̦̯̣͕͠t͇͕͢.҉̴̙̼̪̦̹̲ I̴͍̙̣̣̘̗̯̫͈̗̼͎̠̙͠͝f͔͎̦̖̙̠͖͔͉͚̣̫̣͙́͟ ̻͕̜̖̰̠͝y̷̧͔̟̪̣͚̻̼o͕̮̯̤̟̮͚̩̙̩̱͜͞͞ù̶͇̝̭̖̜̖̥̥̘̬͚͓͉͕͉͔ͅ ̷̨̡̪͖̞̙͈̳͍͖̤̤͎̟̼̤̯͍͜ͅw̷̘̭̩̹̪̺̮̗̭̭͓̬̖͘͜ͅͅơ̵̢̨͙̥̖̠̝̗̣̥̖̭̗̲̫͚u̷͎͎̹͖̹̤̤̞̝͇̠̯̼̼̤͍̮̞̙͠n̶̠̞̪̱̥̰̘͖͙͉̳̟̰̹̦̬̖͟͟ͅd͏̴̤̭̬̮̭̻́́͘ ̵̠̖͚̳͖͓̝̫̞͇̠̳̞̮̩́͘ţ̙̮̜͙̺̙̬͖͘͡͡h̀͏̛̙͖͔̯̟̟͇͕̪̫̳̺̯̺͕̱̳̯̤͘é̜̟̹̻̻̮̭̙̬͜͡ͅm̢̪̬͔̪̰̞͇̝͈̬̦̦͔͓͇̩̰̠̕͞ ̵̛͓̮͖̼̤̙̘̹̻͉͙͕͢͞͝ͅI̸͏̼͖̜̤̞̠͖̜͉̰̼̺̭͇̲͎̠'̞̞̫̝̙͔̟̣̝͝ḿ̮̣̟͍́̀̕ͅ ̶̢̛́҉͕͖͉͖̯̗̞͍̳͖͈̗͕͙s̵̥̦̭̖̹͚̪̬̀u̸͖͖͇̱͜͢͞͠r̷̸̰͍̹̱̙̰̭̤͚̱̬̩̥͙͈͇̹̹̻͜e̸̟͓̜̟͠͠͞ ͘҉̡̞̪͓̺͍͔̟̦̫̖̭̟́̀w̶̢͚̜͇̟̦̲̜̰̟͚̠͈̕̕ͅe̦̖͕̖̗̮̞̝̦͔̥͢͠ ̢̰̞̺͈͜͝͠ḉ̱̜̥̮̻͓͉̼̲̫̣̤̙̻̳̲͜͠a̧͚̘͕͔̳̺̖̼̯̫̭̘̤̝͎̦̠̫͎͢͜͞n̶̸̸͏҉͈̮̦͚̬̥͔ ̶̢̟͇̝̦̫͍̗̬̻͔ć̢̜̮̠͇̙͘͟͝ơ̴҉̛̳̻̯̟̙̜͇͈ͅͅḿ̵̖͎̟̹̟̱͈̫͇͚̯̝͕̗̫̰̳͟͠͝e̷̛̻̲͈͈͕̳̼̯͕̝̯͠͡͞ ͏̲̹̤̥̦͚̠̣̭͟͞b͝͏͚͍̪͉̲̳͈̥̜͚a̶̱̟̖̲̳̺̹̙͕̭̬͙̖̤̗̯͠ć̶̷̨͉͙̜̩̱͎̥͙̰̖͎͜k̨͏͚͍̳̟̬̘̪̗͡ ̢̡̝̖̼̣̝̘̤̱̺̣̖̦̕t̢̼̘͕̠̲͓̱̟͔͕͘͡ǫ̵̝͔͖̻͉̬͔̱̖̗͉̮̙̬̲͘ ̢̛̀͏̣͚̹̩̣̫̦̀f́҉̥̭̪̯̯̮̩̰̙̲̀ͅi̝̤̩̻͕̜̦̘̪͙̭͕̜̞̟͘n̸̵͓̝̰̹̲̞͍̟̗̖͈̪̤̝̭͞ͅi̸̴̵̛̫͈̥͚̺̖̤̬̙̤͕͡s̵̡̛̤̹̯͎̰͈̺͔̥̲̬̬̙͈͙̣̫͟͠ͅh̶̨̞̹͎̲͎̘̪̮̣̕͟͠ ̡͎̤̙̜͙͉̙̠̝̘̕i͝͝҉̵̺͈͈̦̟̖̮͎̹̝̳͡t̷́͝͏̤͍̟͈ ̢͚̠̥̬̞̪̖̕͝l̴͏̸͕̲͔͈̲̰̳̦͠ͅa̮̹̰̰̘͍͕̬̤̣͠͡t̛͓̫̠̝͟è͢͟͢҉͍̦͈̣̞̙̟̞͉̝͖̖̫ͅr̸̦̩͍̲̘̭̬̺̥̀͠.̡̞͎͙͇͟ ̵̷̨̝͈͎̺̼̭̖̣͈̣̕Ó̧̠̲͖̬͈̩̱̖̙̭͠ͅt̴̷̨̯̖̼̩̹̪͚̻̫̥̣̘͇̜͇̹͈͞͠h̡̙͔̹̲̥̝̘̭̳͕̲̥̪̪̰̫͈͞ͅè̴̡̛̘͕̩͇̥̳̠͚̫͚̻r̸̻̟̱̳̦̜̜̣̯͈͎̱̗͠ ̫̞̞̤̮̙̤̤̞̤̩̭̙͎͎̞͢͡ţ̛̛̫̺̤͎̘̬̲͔̦͈̗̣͖̳̭̖̤̗ͅh̤̰̺̀ą̴̠̯̰͡͡n̢̙̮̥͖̻̜̟̩̙͟͟͠ ̵҉͖̯͎͉͇̱̻̲̥ͅţ̛̛͉̯̹̳̣͔̘̺̩̞̬̬͠͝ḫ̶͈̗̩͕̣̞̻̖̩̪̫̼̖̬̝̞͢i̸͚͎̟̫̰̜̱̺̗̤̮̮͞s̷̨͍̦̦̩̗̟͉̬̰̖̮͓͍̻̻̲͟ͅͅ,̟͕͓͔̲͍̫̞͉̦̗̺̥͈̤̠̱͜͟͡͡ ̵̛̘̦̬̯͖͉̳̪͇́d̵̛͝͏͙̳͎̤͕ǫ̶̩̥̟͕̙͍̮̰̱̗̖͈́̕͘ ̧͏̛͎̝̟̟̳̳̙̪͕̱̰̺͓̻̝̦̤̞̳̕a҉̶̡͈̪̪̜̲̼̀ͅͅs͘͏͇̪͎̦͔̯̙͎͝

It was all white noise, completely ignored by the Berserker. Her mission was to kill the enemies of her Master, that was all that mattered. Retreat was not an option, not when she had nothing to hold her back. Tonight, her enemies would die.

She roared into the night, blasting off to her next battlefield with all the force she could muster. Her shroud was not activated, not yet, but her immense Agility and Strength made getting to the Workshop a trivial matter. She was there within minutes.

She stood outside the building silently, the sole noise in the area being her deep and heavy breaths as she tried to find them. Yes, it was there. The one she needed to kill was there, the dead one was above, in a hotel room.

"I understand your need to avenge your comrade. However, I must recommend that we try diplomacy first. The Berserker I encountered is extremely powerful. We cannot possibly take them on ourselves. She's already got the taste for blood..."

It was unfortunate just how right he was.

"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅"


The Berserker had returned to finish the job.







Berserker


Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery

Current Location -- Core District, Ritz Hotel

@ItMeGritty@Seirei No Hai


She burst through the window of their hotel room, ascending from a straight jump from the street below, shrouded in that same mysterious aura from the night before. Her eyes connected with that of Honda, one of the premier legends of Japan, and she realized she failed to finish the job last night. That would not be a mistake that happened twice. She ignored Ryte completely, moving past the homunculus with nary even a glance to acknowledge her existence. It was clear that eliminating his Master would not be enough to kill this pesky Heroic Spirit, no it would have to be a decisive kill.

She roared at the Lancer, the ground beneath her crumbling with each step as she dashed towards Honda with arm outstretched. It would be a clean lariat, with enough force to decapitate the heroic spirit should it connect. Or it would be if Mordred did not change tactics at the last moment, ducking low and moving for an uppercut as she moved into Honda's guard once more. Every fiber of her being cried out for this man's death, while undoubtedly every fiber of Honda's being cried out to flee. Scurry and flee like the dog he is.
A Chance Encounter
Bois de Boulogne
Dusk - Night 2

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Their day had been largely uneventful to say the least, it was mainly spent recuperating from the mistakes of last night while her familiars did all the scouting. Unfortunately no results came up, so tonight would be another night of scouting by foot, their first stop being the Bois de Boulogne. The park may seem like an unlikely place for a Master to set up shop, however the ready supply of animals in the Zoo would be useful in regards to a large amount of Magecraft. Not that any of that was on her mind right now, no the more important thing was the blatant disregard for secrecy shown by one Chieko Katsu.

“We come from a shinto temple, buried deep in the mystical homelands. Indeed, our trials have been hard, but our convictions have never softened. But, this is thanks to my faith in the great goddess Amaterasu, and her brother Susanoo! And then more so to the brave warrior who carried us through peril! The great, Usagi Yojimbo!” Her features were neutral, but on the inside she was in absolute shock. Chieko Katsu was not only away from her family, something Nobukara had thought impossible when she had stayed at their temple all those years ago, but she was a Master in the Holy Grail War. It really is a small world huh? “With grace, precision, and talent, she cuts with the grace the gods had given her. As we shall demonstrate NOW!” The Servant performed with grace and style to say the least, a lesser person couldn't be faulted for immediately jumping to the conclusion that this has to be a Saber class Servant with those kinds of skills. But rarely were things so cut and dry, so Nobukara withheld her judgement.

"Lord Nobunaga, I know that girl." Indeed, this was not the first time Chieko and Nobukara had crossed paths. During her journey across Japan to gain knowledge and experience she had met many people along the way. They taught her and gave her shelter, in exchange she would perform various tasks for them that only a ninja could do. She was 23 when she first wandered into the Katsu Temple, a simple place inhabited by a kitsune spirit. The house was led by the eldest sister, Atsuko, while her younger siblings were born to be servants to follow her every whim. The second eldest, Chieko, followed her duties with nary a complaint yet Nobukara always felt it. That flame in her eyes that showed when nobody else was looking. The spark of rebellion. While she sympathized with the girl it was no business of hers in the end, she left after three months of living like a shrine maiden. She learned of the power of words and Kiai from Chieko, mainly because Atsuko had no interest in actually teaching their guest anything herself, something instrumental in developing her ofuda and her Magecraft in general.

They stayed for the entire performance of course, even if this was clearly nothing close to what that Servant could do, any information could be useful should words fail and battle erupted. The crowd slowly dispersed near the end, Nobukara moving to the front of the crowd as the show ended. "Lord Nobunaga, I believe it may be best to open dialogue with the pair. They could be useful allies now that I have been injured." The two of them sat down, talking about what their next move would be most likely, when Nobukara made her move. The Servant would almost definitely feel her approach, but she made sure to show no hostile intent as she walked towards Chieko.

"Quite the bold move to showcase your Servant's abilities in public Chieko-san. You had to have known a Master was watching, the burning in your hand would have been impossible to ignore." Nobukara spoke up as she approached the pair, her eyes focused on the Servant and her hands in her pockets, nervously grasping a pair of kunai. "It is good to see you again, regardless of the circumstances. I hope your journey here was as enlightening as mine."




It was funny how life worked out sometimes. Ami had transformed solely for show, to put Seyrun off balance and show her the truth. She had not expected to do any fighting tonight, she was about ready to get back into her pajamas and get ready for more fun with her favorite pet- new friend. Indeed, Kuro was her new favorite thing at the moment, even more fun to tease than her ever bashful partner. Which is why when her windows shattered and the Nightmare roared, her first instinct was to get in front of the Mascot made Human and defend her from any stray shards of glass, a barrier of flame completely disintegrating anything that tried to touch Kuro. The Nightmare roared once more and was met by a mad roar from the Black Knight in turn, Ami leaping into action and throwing herself against the threat to her home. She burst through the shattered window, sword in hand and eyes aflame as she launched her boot into the Nightmare's nose, a satisfying crunch echoing through the night as the beast roared in pain.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY NEIGHBORHOOD YOU NASTY ASS MUTT!" Ami pushed herself off the Nightmare into a midair flip, sending several waves of flame at the beast before landing on the ground in a crouch. Her face contorted with rage, breathing heavily as she gritted her teeth and analyzed the situation. "LET'S GO YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" Tonight held no shortage of surprises in the end. Just the way Ami liked her nights.
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She can indeed produce high amounts of ash in a pinch, but at that point she would be using live skin and injuring herself.
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