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Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:887/900 MP:958/1150 SP: 130/130





Ow. Catgirl thrown straight into him. Well. Not really ow. More like a light impact. Scratch damage, if that. Though a quick check of the party's HP bars showed that the impact against him had damn near killed Ari outright, taking over half her health. Well, shit. She only had two HP.

Wait, she only had two HP.

That counted as minimal damage were he to deal the last two, right? He couldn't enable friendly fire in combat, but afterwards...well, maybe. The others would probably get pissed, even though at this rate, Ari would get herself killed no matter what. Though killing this centipede would almost definitely give her enough experience to level to a point where he couldn't pull this shit, so really, this entire train of thought was an exercise in futility.

On the bright side, now that the centipede was paralyzed, Lew and Raime looked like they were going to town on the motherfucker. Time to contribute. He'd burned nearly 200 MP by now, and while that wasn't even a fifth of his mana pool, that was still a lot for just one monster. Better to start easing up and save some juice for later.

With that in mind, Amulak whipped up a Magic Bolt and souped it up with Mana Control before letting the now old standby fly at the monster.

"Making twenty year old reference not clever, Lew! Reference humor not funny!"
Master of Red - Rumi Fujou


Rumi returned Assassin's smile as she made her offer. A coffee shop, hmm? Well, she supposed even Servants could tire of simply waiting and preparing all the time. Plus, it would be good to get a sense of what her Servant could really do firsthand. Yes, she supposed there were certainly risks involved with leaving their base for a simple cappuccino, but the positives were clear as well.

Certainly, they were taking a risk of exposing themselves, but so was any Servant or Master of the Blue team that came gunning for them, let alone knew who they were already. So long as Assassin employed discretion, (which would be insane if she didn't, considering her class) there would be little chance of discovery. And it wouldn't quite do to anger or disappoint her own Servant. Rumi only had three Command Seals, after all, and she needed to sleep some time. Best to keep herself in the literal stealthy killer's good graces. That, and there was one other pressing reason why she was inclined to accepted Hanzo's offer...

"But of course. The coffee the hotel provides us is terrible. I despise instant brews. Lead the way, Assassin."

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Rider of Red - Cao Cao


Cao Cao turned as he was spoken to, raising an eye at his newfound companion. Berserker, was it? One of those..."Christians" at that, if his murmurings about God were to tell. What an odd belief system, but apparently it and those related to it comprised of the majority of world religion. How curious.

"Yes," He replied finally, nodding to the long-haired man. "There is always a risk of looking down from above, exposing yourself to all the world." Rider chuckled briefly. "Were I alive, I'd likely feel the need to relieve myself right over the edge, simply to amuse myself. Doing so atop cliffs always was good for a cheap laugh back in the day."

The idea of allying himself with an utter madman as the Berserker class dictated left a sour taste in Cao Cao's mouth, but Berserker seemed more or less...alright without the influence of Mad Enhancement. Rough around the edges and wild, certainly, but some of his greatest generals during his lifetime had been that way. Xu Chu, Dian Wei...

A frown passed briefly across Cao Cao's face before disappearing just as quickly as it came. There were more important matters at hand than wallowing over his mistakes. Such as understanding those he would fight alongside better. He was no unchallenged leader of this coalition. Not yet, at least. But he would play his part for now. Until his worth and suitability was recognized by the others.

"Tell me, Berserker." Rider finally spoke, turning to his fellow Servant. "What makes you a madman? Devotion to your God? The Grail imparted knowledge of your...Christianity, but I find that knowing is not the same as understanding. Your faith never reached my land during my lifetime, but from what I have gleaned, your heavens disapprove of violence and murder, yes? Why join this war?"
Oh, right. As to why I picked Litten, I like Incineroar and I've been rewatching Lucha Underground lately. So I figured I'd make a masked luchador.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:900/900 MP:1054/1150 SP: 130/130





Oh. Oh, man. Some horrific-looking centipede horror monster? This was some Sekiro 3 tier bullshit. That particular sequel had been absolute garbage, but the industry hadn't been the same for a while after the horrific bombing of Cyberpunk 2077's release in 2022 after a ridiculous number of delays. Someone into more degenerate hentai than he was would probably find the sight of a disgusting centipede monster pulling a catgirl towards it with its tongue to be hot, but Stanislas was pretty sure no one in the party was that much of a freak. Probably.

Still, if it was fixated on Ari, so much the better for the actual heavy-hitters to remain somewhat unscathed while they piled as much damage onto it as possible. Poor Raime, just eating shit repeatedly for happening to be in between the centipede and Ari. Amulak took advantage of the monster's target fixation to conjure up another Mana Control boosted Spell Spear, this time, carefully aiming for the centipede's head while it was stretching its tongue out to pull Ari in.

With any luck, his conjured spear would lance straight through the centipede woman's skull. Shit in this game had logical weakpoints, right? With all of the other touches centered around realism in Cacophony Concord, it'd be ridiculous if the one thing this game didn't have was headshots increasing damage.

Working on sheet, been dead for a few days
I'll leave my retirement home for this as well.


You're not retired, jackass
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:900/900 MP:1054/1150 SP: 130/130





On the bright side, they'd found Lew and Ari rather quickly. On the down side, they were already being accosted by some centipede woman monster. In all honesty, based on the difficulty level this zone was known for and the quality of the equipment they'd seen others come here prepared with, the monster would probably oneshot Ari if it got its hands on her. Hell, he could probably oneshot her with a Magic Bolt or something. But was whatever shit level of HP a level 1 had low enough to qualify for the Necromancer requirement? Eh, best not to risk pissing anyone off. Food for thought for later, though.

"Ari have what, twenty health? Thirty? Fucking anything in this zone will oneshot her!" Amulak expressed his frustration, both to vent and to warn Ari herself to stop screwing around. He sighed, shaking his head as he began to fire up one of the many new spells he'd managed to learn during his grinding session last night.

"Trzymaj się swojego fiuta!" He bellowed, using Mana Control to enhance the damage of the Spell Spear he was launching straight at their foe.
Master of Red - Rumi Fujou


In truth, she hadn't expected to have summoned an Assassin originating from her homeland when she'd conducted the ritual. All Rumi had known was that she would work best with that specific Class, and that she'd likely be better off trusting in what the Grail determined was most compatible with her rather than attempting to secure a specific catalyst.

Still, Hattori Hanzo was an interesting one. Especially with that Noble Phantasm of hers. And that a seemingly male shinobi from the Sengoku period was actually a woman. Perhaps that meant the fringe theory that Uesugi Kenshin had been female as well wasn't quite such a fringe theory after all. But there were more practical concerns to be had at the moment. An information network set up around the city already? Rumi nodded her appreciation at the woman.

"Excellent work, Assassin. Though I've been wondering while you've been gone. I don't intend to simply sit back and do nothing throughout this War. Is it possible to integrate my undead servitors with your Noble Phantasm's information network? With your abilities, we could rapidly deploy scores of reinforcements to key locations without requiring any of our sides Servants to play their hand unnecessarily."

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Rider of Red - Cao Cao


This entire War was a disgusting farce. A wish to change history? Self-indulgent cowardice. There was no use in attempting to mend what had already been broken. The true path was to accept what had happened and move on. Find opportunity in one's own loss.

Cao Cao curled his lip as he beheld this small city from atop the hotel's roof. He had materialized for the moment, so as to feel the breeze with his own flesh and not be confined in spirit form. Though he was wearing appropriate clothing for the era, having secured a black three-piece suit with his Master's aid, his hair tied up in a rugged ponytail more suited to this generation's styles. Rider stroked his beard. His Master...a strange one, to be certain. Still, he supposed there could be worse. A boy(?) with the mindset of an animal was more likely to give him free reign to operate instead of micromanaging his every move. Really, this almost felt familiar, with the exception that this Master was likely at least somewhat competent in multiple fields, unlike the worthless boy whose so-called authority he'd wielded for decades.

For now, he simply watched and waited atop the hotel roof, curious to see if and when a fellow Servant or his Master required something of him.

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