Mihama Nanako
The bulky, flesh mass was starting to rise when Meltryllis slammed her foot down, crushing its head into the earth. Nanako watched, wide-eyed, as the Alter Ego's spiked heels slammed down over and over again, piercing flesh and crushing bone, pulverizing the creature. Blood splattered across those shimmering artificial limbs, and onto the Servant's pale, delicate-seeming skin. It splattered across the ground as she slammed her feet down again and again, tearing the shadowy figure to pieces and pulverizing what was left. It was... it was frightening. There was no denying it was frightening. But as a magus... and even without that consideration, Nanako was also in some level of awe. Beneath all the fear, the fact that Meltryllis was overwhelming this monster's regenerative abilities with her attacks, thoroughly destroying its body to prevent its recovery...
A pang of sorrow reminded her, however, that she had ruined any chance of a good relationship with her Servant...
The shadowy haze around the hulking figure rendered it impossible to discern more beyond the basic details, but it was clear that the monster had been reduced to a quivering pile of bloody flesh. Soon enough, it dispersed into shadows, fading from existence and undeniably dead.
The construction yard fell completely silent. Shakily, Nanako managed to rise to her feet... Her frightened, bleary mind was trying to understand what was occurring. They had been attacked, but... that monster at least, it wasn't really a Servant, was it? Not... really, it was some sort of shadow creature... like a Servant, but not. Was the Archer that way too, or were they real...? ... The construction crew...
The girl's eyes drifted back in that direction. Now that there was no longer a fight, she could truly perceive what it was she was looking at.
There were no bodies, save for a single, severed hand. But blood was everywhere, spattered across the floor and walls. The absence of bodies...
Did that mean... that the shadow monster had... had...
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Saber - Benienma
Benienma frowned. This poor girl... she'd merely sought to help her friend, and been shot for her efforts? That was terribly, terribly wrong in the diminutive Enma's mind. And she seemed to think her friend had potentially betrayed her, as well... Though of that, she couldn't be certain. It was every bit as possible that the Berserker he had summoned had gone out of control and made the decision himself. Berserkers... It wasn't as if there were none on Fusang that were accepted as members of its society, but there was an inherent danger in summoning them due to the madness inflicted on them by their class. Benienma passed no judgements on the Servants who could be summoned as such, but rather the class itself.
Enforcing madness on someone was a cruelty, though some Berserkers were less afflicted by it then others.
But for the moments, the most important thing was to determine what they could about the Servant in question. Her Master's line of questioning was a fruitful one. They had received a lot of information about the Servant... A member of the Shinsengumi. A rifle and a sword. And his name...
"Hiji... Master, I believe the Servant we're pursuing is Hijikata Toshizo," concluded Benienma, turning to face her Master quickly, her tone serious. Then, she gave the girl in the medical bed a small, kind smile. "You should rest and recover dechi. You've been very helpful to our investigation dechi."
Her tiny hand reached out and gently squeezed Mary's, before her attention shifted to her Master once more.
"I'm going to go seek out the rampaging Servant dechi. If you need me, summon me with a command seal dechi. I'll send a sparrow to tell you when I find him, Master."
With that, she turned towards the window. Now that she felt quite certain of the Servant's identity, it would be easier to find him. And since he was on the loose, she didn't have time to waste...
The window opened, and with that, Benienma departed through it.
A split second later, the door opened, and a familiar figure walked through it.
It was the nun, Sessyoin Kiara, who had helped reunited Nursery Rhyme and her Master.
"... Saikawa-san?" she asked, softly, before glancing towards Hakuno.
"Ah, I'm glad to see you're here as well... Kishinami-san, right?"
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Saber - Arturia Pendragon and Kobayashi Seria
Somehow, several of the snacks had already vanished. Indeed, it was just as Laetitia believed, her Servant was capable of eating food at an enormously rapid pace. And yet, somehow, she always seemed to have room for more. Even as a Servant, it was enough to make someone question how she remained so petite.
Perhaps she should have shared her exercise regime at some point.
However, the King of Knights was not merely focused on her meal. Rather, her gaze was fixed on the Arena itself. At her Master's question...
"I have faith in my knights," she began, simply, "Mordred may be reckless, but her power in battle can't be ignored. My respect for Lancelot as a swordsman cannot possibly be understated. However, to be completely overconfident is dangerous."
She paused for a moment. Frankly, Lancelot being overconfident wasn't much of a concern. He was incredibly, incredibly skilled, and had an excellent mind for battle. He wouldn't allow confidence to get the better of him. Mordred, however... it was quite possible Mordred would judge herself to be far superior to her opponent and entirely forget about taking any sort of care in battle.
Seria, meanwhile, had taken the closet possible seat to the battle. This was Mordred showing off her combat prowess... against someone else who was famous, too! Chiron was a really famous teacher from Greek Mythology! That meant that... well, she felt confident Mordred would still win. Especially on this battlefield. Especially against an Archer. But still, that didn't mean it wouldn't be a challenge... but if it was a challenge, that meant that it would be even more impressive when Mordred won!
The words came out before she could stop herself.
"Go get him, Mordred!" she declared... before immediately coloring with embarrassment. Damn it, blatantly crying that out like that was too much...!
Bradamante was almost seeming to shake where she stood. This was someone she idolized, one of the Knights of the Round Table! But now she was going to fight him... what was it King Arthur(she'd really actually spoken to King Arthur! It was real!) had said? That to show her respect was to give him a good fight?
Right! Right! To try her best to win, that was how she could show how much she respected him, right? Trembling, she took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily. It was Lancelot, after all... she needed to bring everything she could to make sure it was a sign of her utmost, absolute, and utter respect!
Shimmering green light materialized in her hands, and with a flash her star-shaped shield appeared. In the other hand, with a similar flash of brilliant light, her green-and-gold spear.
Taking another deep breath, she slid her feet into a ready stance.
"... Then... just as King Arthur said... this is how I'll show my respect!"
There was a sound almost like the firing of a gun, as Bradamante suddenly rocketed across the space between herself and Sir Lancelot, her spear thrust forward!
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