Fate/Unholy War

[Reaver]

"Package arrived." Golden Vulture said as he dropped said package on the kitchen table.

Pridolia glanced back at him before turning her attention back to cooking. "Careful with that, it probably has our supplies and I do need the potions and money." Expertly flipping the eggs in the pan with a flourish of the wrist. "You said you want yours fried, correct?" Pridolia knew that Golden Vulture didn't need to eat as he got all the mana he needed from her, but not only would it give him just a bit more energy by consuming food, it was also a gesture she knew he would look kindly upon. The Bandit King had famously hated all mages, seeing them as the worst of mankind and while he was currently loyal and ambivalent towards her, she was well aware that could all change the second she did something that he didn't approve of. It's definitely a good thing I summoned him as Saber instead of Assassin. Without a doubt, he would have summoned with the Independent Action skill. Still, it's a shame he doesn't have the Golden Rule skill even as Saber, I would have liked to buy some mystic codes for the war. To be honest there are several skills I expected him to have based on his legends... Maybe my mana levels weren't high enough or Stonehenge wasn't a good place to summon him?

"Yes, I'm interested to see how they'll taste when compared to the ones I ate while still alive. Looks like the methods have improved in the millenniums since I lived, so my expectations are higher." Taking a seat at the table. All of this was still strange to Golden Vulture. The Holy Grail had done a well enough job of giving him a basic understanding of this era when he had manifested and Pridolia had done her best to fill in any gaps during the drive, but even with all the time he had to think throughout the night while patrolling their base, he still had questions and thoughts on the matter. First and foremost was his master, Pridolia. Having met more than his fair share of mages while alive, Golden Vulture had expected the one that would claim to be his master utterly distasteful, arrogant and cowardly. This one, however, had been interesting so far. She had the eyes of death that spoke of having experienced fighting for one's life and it hadn't broken her yet. So she wasn't a coward or weak-willed, making her worthy of giving aid to. She was also willing to treat him as an equal despite considering herself to be his master, which was a good enough reason for him to be civil. While not his favorite type of person that he could joke and revel with, she would do. Besides she wasn't too hard on the eyes either.

"Here you go. I may not be a master chef, but I'm fairly confident that I made these better than anyone could have back then." Sliding a plate with eggs, bacon, and potatoes to him before sitting down with one of her own. Golden Vulture began eating them almost immediately, enjoying the texture and slight hints of seasoning; while Pridolia divided her attention between eating, examining the contents of the package and occasionally watching her servant eat. "Interesting..." Speaking aloud a minute later after reading the black letter. "Read this." Tossing the threatening letter to Golden Vulture as she began to burn the other one with a simple spell.

Golden Vulture took a few moments to read it as well before chuckling. "Sounds like someone wants to let their motives known early. A shame they didn't leave a location of where to find them. You think it could be a master trying to show us how big his balls are?"

"Possible... But the tone just doesn't sound right to me and it reeks of overconfidence. A mage that overconfident would have signed their name and the white heart is off-putting."

"Well, whoever they are can't know who they're fucking with unless they happen to be Ruler." Golden Vulture said with a smile as he stroked his beard. "I don't have any problem cutting my way through every enemy until we find the one who sent it!" Spearing the last potato with his fork before standing up and materializing his scimitar. It glowed with divine brilliance as he held it high and laughed. Pridolia rolled her eyes at the gesture but smirked nevertheless. "I agree with that sentiment. Eventually, we'll either run into them or they'll run into us. For now, we have higher priorities. I'm going to get ready and then we'll head out."

Several minutes later Pridolia met Golden Vulture by the door. She was wearing fake glasses and a long grey overcoat. Her thermite hammer, an heirloom mystic code was folded and tucked in her belt and hidden by the coat. To any observer she'd probably look like a regular mousey woman; Golden Vulture, however, still looked like an ancient warrior from the Middle East. "Hmmmm...." Staring him down. "I don't suppose you can just dematerialize your armor and sword?"

"I can but don't expect me to put on some glasses." His armaments disappearing in a shower of gold energy, leaving him in his turban, long-sleeve silk shirt, cotton pants, and rugged boots. A sheathed kukri-styled dagger stuck out of the front of his pants, easy to hide by untucking his shirt. He still had an air of danger around him with his stature and eyes, but it was a start. She then went upstairs and brought back a black leather jacket. "Lucky for you, whoever lived here before I had something that can fit you." He still looked out of place, but not incredibly exotic anymore. "Not to mention that this coat of leather will provide adequate defense in addition to making me look distinguished." Flexing in the mirror next to the front door several times before grunting in approval. "Well met, Torvald! I'll have to compensate you later with a treasure I take. For now, let us depart!" Almost kicking the door off of its hinges as he led the way towards the car while laughing.

Pridolia sighed, making sure the door could still close before following him to the car and starting it. "Don't get too excited, we're just doing some basic scouting to see if we can find anyone's base of operations or catch them outside. We'll start with New Boultham. It's somewhat close by and saves me fuel. If you see anything that sets off your item appraising skill let me know, if they're clumsy that could spell an early victory for us.
(Scouting in New Boultham)

[KnightVanilla]

Once it seemed that her master was slowly coming into ease. "Este is my name yes and it would preferred if you used the name in private. I would prefer our enemies to find out who I am on their own rather than you giving them information on my capabilities." She said sternly as knowledge of one's enemy could make the difference in combat. "I am Bradmante Este, Paladin of Charlemagne and quite likely the strongest among them." She chuckled to herself even as she felt her husband prod her via his shadow form.

As Sylvie brought up that she had no plans for the grail except for obtaining it then she found herself wondering just how they would win. Slowly becoming more and more acclimated to Sylvie's Prana through their connection. "I want to know your desire that's why. How far you're willing to go for victory. To serve a lord means to entrust one's life and wishes to another. I know nothing of you and the only merit you provide is the words you offer. I can feel your abilities as my master and unfortunately... it feels as though you are rather lacking to be my ideal master. However you are still young and the many great mages do need time to develop. For now you should rest... our battle begins tomorrow and I will acquire the needed information of this world from whatever contacts you have. If you would please give me your information of your informants and accomplices and I'll ensure I learn everything I can of this out of place war." Once they come to some agreement Este already knew what she would do with her master tomorrow.

Through the night lancer and her shadow were still digesting every bit of information that the grail had provided. Such things as culture and modern day conveniences were quite the spectical to experience. Especially the magic like atomaton titled the 'microwave'. Her master seemed surprisingly well connected as this 'new' family she had mentioned made her question whether this was Melissa's true line of descendants. It was quite like them to be involved so indirectly... Hearing the voice of her lover within her mind... "Worried for the girl?" Lancer could only scoff from such an obvious statement. "Whether out of dept or gratitude this girl has enlisted herself in a holy grail war... How can I not be worried. She so far seems either naive or haughty of her abilities." She can feel the shadow shiver in a chuckle. "So just like you then my dear." She felt herself blush by how on point he was... She had forgotten herself and her role within this war. "Quiet you... I'll admit... She i can see bits of myself in her, but this family she works towards... Isn't like you." The air grew silent as she pondered what sort of aftermath may occur, win or lose. For the time being she enjoyed the rising sun... An experience she never truly appreciated in life... But I'm her death.... It's hard not to find some beauty in a new beginning.

Once her master had awoken Este would greet her with the letter that was meant for her master having already read it. "So we are being challenged by another servant and master. Granted I don't quite know what would happen if I were to try and hunt for them or by which servant might be so daring to allow such a formal announcement. Now, while I do intend to go scouting for this threat against us I believe it would be in our best interest if you would train your abilities. Of course this is up to you master. As for my ability to scout... I am in need of modern day clothing. I'm overtly certain any master or servant would be wary of a lance wielding girl in the street. Especially an armored one at that." As her armor fades away to reveal a rather slim silk dress. Something akin to what a Shakespearian noble would dress in. As her lance slowly fell into ruggerio was absorbed by her shadow to save for space. Giving a thanks to her shadow to quickly refer back to her master. "If you see me talking to my shadow... Pretend I'm talking to myself if you would please... My lover doesn't quite need the attention."

(Requesting for my master to train there magic stat and if they refuse I'm open to scouting. Also sorry for my character's attitude that's how she is. Rugguerio will soften her up for you also just gonna edit some dialogue between lancer and her shadow. And Edit done)

[mrblah]

Roll: 24

The drive to New Boultham was relatively quiet, with nothing of importance happening in the journey. Pridolia traveled up the road, taking a turn down Portland St. to get to the heart of New Boultham. The weather was dreary, with clouds up high in the sky. It looked like it might rain.

There weren't many people out, walking or otherwise. She passed maybe 10 or 14 people on the sidewalk, and a few cars on the road. It was relatively boring and she didn't get much, either from observing the area other ways. That's to be expected though, considering the early time. Most people aren't active around 6 AM.

After some time on the road, Pridolia had to drive into a gas station to refuel, when she spotted something out of the ordinary. It was a man with long black hair, dressed in a black suit. His state of clothing was very different from everyone else's, and some part of him had felt... disturbing, like smelling gasoline in a garden. It was hidden rather well, so well that she wouldn't have noticed in most cases, but in the quiet environment that was New Boultham; the man stood out like a sore thumb. There was no doubt that he was a Magus.

But was he a Master? He was alone on the other side of the road, apparently chatting with an old lady. The possibility of that elderly woman being a Servant came and went, as the two passed by with a nod. He was leaving now and nearing a corner.

[Reaver]

Pridolia's search was going as well as she would have expected it to. It was early and if a contender wasn't out hunting like she was then they'd most likely be hunkering down for now. Golden Vulture hadn't seen anything either or at least claimed to not have as more often than not she caught him either with his eyes closed or looking up at the sky. Still, his skill was invaluable in hunting down and killing servants so she'd just have to hope that his eyes would be open at the right time instead of demanding anything of him. Really, their power dynamic was such a fragile thing. She couldn't afford to give him free-reign since that could put her at a disadvantage, later on, should his disposition lead to a tactical error or a need to sacrifice his life to win arise. At the same time he was adamant on maintaining some level of independence and so far he was only being so easy-going because she was bending over backward and they agreed on the current strategy.

She considered what their next move should be as she filled up her car at the station. Maybe they'd try another time or perhaps have Golden Vulture lure a servant into a fight. Those plans were put on hold as she spotted a particular man, a magus to be exact. "Saber...." Keeping her voice as she stared at Golden Vulture before her eyes pointed in the direction of the strange man. She hadn't spotted any command seals on his hand but it was possible he had hidden them with a simple illusion spell or something. "Use mimicry and have it stay in the car. Then go into spirit form and follow him. For all, I know this could be an attempt to lure us into a trap." Golden Vulture yawned before nodding and disappearing quickly in a shower of gold. "Fine, but his survival will depend on my judgment and mine alone." Pridolia scowled in response to that, but let the comment go, knowing she had to pick her battles with him. One dead magus would hardly be cause for her expulsion from the war if they ever even found a corpse or was able to tie it to them. In place of Golden Vulture was a facsimile, completely identical to him with the same large beard and easy-going grin. "I should be able to last long enough for the real me to get back should a servant attack."

Golden Vulture, on the other hand, had manifested back on a nearby rooftop, watching and stalking the magus. He may not have been summoned in the assassin class, but he still remembered the best ways to remain undetected and out of sight. "Foul Magus, your death is guaranteed."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Rose rolled her eyes at the Genie's comments but gave no response. To engage with her on this topic now would be a waste of time that neither of them could effort. Striding through the living room, she gave the punching bag a quick thump as she went by before steadying it in place with her open palm and then moved over to the fridge, pulling it open to grab out a quick bottle as she shrugged. If the Genie didn't want anything to drink, that was still no reason for her not to try and calm her nerves now that the ritual had been complete. Besides, perhaps a little booze would help with putting up with her new Servant. Although for as much as she was trying to cast aside the Genie's current comments, there was one thing the Genie mention that caught her attention. "Wait, 'laying with' me?" she asked, convinced she must have misheard the Genie.

Popping open the bottle, she shut the fridge door behind her and slumped down on the sofa, gesturing around the room for the Genie to make herself comfortable. She refocused her mind on the more important parts of this conversation and continued. "Look, that conjuration and trickery stuff... that might just be perfect for me. I'm not going to be any help in a spell slinging match, but the edge you provide might just help get around that. In a one on one slugging match, I'm sure I can take on the other mages, especially with the help of some artificial home field advantage you can provide. The Servant, however, is a bigger concern. We need to separate a Master and Servant... preferably a duo with a good upfront fighter Servant. Take out the Master as swiftly as we can, and then we'll have covered our main weakness with our new recruit. It's a very rough plan, I know... and it'll require us being rather opportunistic, but it'll knock out a member of the competition swiftly, and consolidate our overall position. Although..." her thumb trailed around the rim of the bottle as she thought before she took a swig. "...although I could use any advice you have to give. You've been doing this longer than I have. I'd be a fool to to not at least take your expertise into account."

Rose was about to continue drinking and listen to her Genie's response when the delivery arrived. Setting down her drink, she went to the front door, surprised to see the supplies waiting for her. Taking these and the two letters in, she returned to the Genie rather hastily as she set them down between the two of them and opened and read the first letter, reading it out loud for the Genie's convenience. Nodding as soon as she read it, she tore it up ignited the paper fragments in an ashtray she had simply to put out various items for whenever her magic training wound up a little... messy. The second letter, however, caused her to pause.

"Well shit." she muttered, giving it a second and third read over. "Well that's fucking disturbing." she said, handing the letter to the Genie. "Well, things have kicked off, that's for sure." After a few deep breaths, she picked up her drink again, giving it a look over before gritting her teeth and setting it back down. "Fuck. Well, if things are moving on, its time we started moving on too. I think we need to prepare... currently I'm leaning towards us focusing on training. We need to get prepared to work together... properly. Any spats in the field will cost us both. But like I said, if you have any suggestions, I'm open to listen."

[CondorBoH]

The Genie chuckled, demurely putting her hand over her mouth to barely hide her smile. My, oh my, did she hope that her Master didn't know about that little tidbit when it came to the nature of Servants.
"That is correct. Lay with me. Coitus, sex, fucking, the bird and the bees. I only have a limited amount of Mana, admittedly not as limited as others being a Caster, and the only way I can restore it is through you. Literally. Your mana provides me my body and I will gradually drain a meagre amount over time, but if you wish to quickly heal me or empower me, then larger quantities of mana is required. Which, of course cums with you."

She reached out to her master, intending to stroke the girl's cheek in a teasing, sensual manner.
"Whether you like it or not, Master, we will be getting to know each other rather intimately over the course of this war."

When the conversation turned serious, the Genie let out a light huff and let her expression show apparent boredom, but she was listening intently to her Master. A tactic was better than nothing. Try to separate the Master's from their Servant, specifically a close combatant. The Genie stroked her chin at that, giving it some thought. Her brows furrowed as she thought of the other Classes and what they were capable of.
"Expertise? My, you flatter me. Keep it up and I'll start to enjoy this. Now then... Any of the knight classes, and possibly a Berserker would suffice in that regards. Normally I would suggest only Lancer or Saber, but Archers tend to be... atypical of their role. But I must point out that Berserker's are very dangerous, moreso to you than to me. Even if we control a Berserker... well, control is very much too strong of a word. Their madness can sometimes overpower the Command Seals themselves. Since i don't want your pretty head to fall off too early, perhaps targeting an opposing Saber or Lancer would be a good start. Both Knights have some form of magic resistance and can be rather quick, so best to keep that in mind. I'll leave the rest of the planning to you, my Master. I want to see what you can come up with."

There was silence as the letter was read, and the Genie peeked over Rose's shoulder to give it a read herself. Then, a derisive snort.
"It is impossible for another Master to have found us already, this is likely an attempt from this game's managers to spice it up a little bit. Get paranoia up and, perhaps, they have their own... 'Crow' to pester us with. Regardless, the decision is ultimately up to you. However, if this threat is serious I would very much like some time to have my Territory Creation activated. Then we can start having some lover's spats to get us used to each other."
She winked, a small heart appearing in the air near her head as she did so.

[Lazy Kitsune]

While not normally the kind of person to act shy or embarrassed, especially in front of others, Rose's face was practically beet red as she listened to the Genie's teasing remarks about the rejuvenation of Servants. She did her best to keep her head clear and focus on more immediate concerns, even as she felt the Genie's touch on her cheek, although now the sight of her Servant's nude form had an even greater influence on Rose's awkwardness, as if the Genie had just clipped several more weights onto lingering tension in the atmosphere.

Rose was rather thankful when the two were discussing actual strategy, leaving Rose with much to consider. Picking up a Berserker sounded like it risked more trouble than it was worth, and this was not the first time the Genie had mentioned the unusual nature and actions of Archers. She found herself agreeing with the sentiment that a Saber or Lancer would make for a better starting point, although perhaps after some information gathering... some way to lure some of the other Masters and Servants into open combat where they could be observed. "You need to know how your enemy throws a punch before you can figure out how to best bring them down." Rose murmured, the beginnings of a plan starting to form in her head, although it was still to early for the two of them to start heading out to put this into action.

Rose did her best to hide an amused smirk as a small heart popped up near the Genie's head with her final comment. She could see how... if it wasn't being used to mock her... the Genie's certain eccentricities and manifestations could make for some fun conversations. Although the last thing Rose wanted to do was give the Genie the benefit of seeing this approval... not that she was especially talented at hiding such expressions.

"Alright. I would very much like to see this Territory Creation of yours in action. Work your magic, Genie. Give us a safe space to train and plan in."

(Fortifying with use of Caster's Territory Creation)

[Littlemankitten]

Sirius leaned against a wall, idly watching a mouse scamper along the floor in the decrepit, industrial building. She was thinking heavily. They needed a better plan than just ‘come up with one when we get there.’ After reading numerous historical documents back when she was ‘alive’ she knew that planning and preparation were the difference between life and death. After just standing around for what felt like forever, she finally spoke. “Well, standing around isn’t going to get us anywhere, how about we do something? Perhaps making sure that you can even fight incase we run into an enemy? Or scouting the surrounding area to get an idea of our next plan?”

Sinclaire let out a frightened gasp and lunged at the mouse, pulling her Ninjaken out of her backpack and cutting it in half, then stood completely still, scanning the area for any others, breathing heavily. When she realized the sudden outburst was 99% uncalled for, she flung the blood off her blade and put her Ninjaken back into her backpack, then coughed. “U-uhm… I guess you could scout the area and see if there’s anything noteworthy...”

Sirius jumped at Sinclaire’s gasp and quickly looked around, expecting something else to have happened or shown up, when she looked back however the mouse was already dead. Sirius choked a little at the sight and looked away. “Why in the Segmentium would you do that? Whatever just. Fine I’ll go scout, where the hell do you want me?” It was clear that Sirius was distraught. “Please don’t kill anything else when I’m gone unless it’s defense.”

Sinclaire cringed slightly and clasped her hands together behind her back., replying softly “U-uhm… it scared me… besides… s-some Maguses can summon them for spying...” she wasn’t actually sure if that statement was correct or not, but there was a possibility. She moved over to Sirius and rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her down. “I’m really jumpy, sorry about that, Sirius” she said, wrapping her arms around her hips, gently.

Sirius put her palms on her face and sighed softly. “Even so just killing anything that moves is....” She doesn’t finish the sentence and just shakes her head. When Sinclaire touches Sirius she immediately jumps and tries to move away, practically scrambling when she attempts to wrap her arms around her. Her eyes wide and cheeks red once again. “Please, don’t touch me, we barely even know each other aside from what the grail told us about each other… Once again, where do you want me to go. Are you gonna come with me or what?”

“Sorry.” she said, her voice becoming monotone, she then zipped her backpack up to the handle of her Ninjaken and unlocked one of the doors, before kicking it to make it slide open, missing twice before getting it from the right angle. “We can scout separately, we’ll cover more ground. I’ll use a Command Seal to summon you if I run into trouble, and you likely won’t need me if you run into trouble instead.” she said, running her hand through her hair as she prepared to leave. “You scout western Nettleham, I’ll scout east.” she called back behind her.

Sirius huffed and shrugged. “Fine, that sounds good I guess. I guess I’ll see you soonish then. Don’t get into any trouble…” Sirius waited for Sinclaire to leave and then would go out as well. Hoping that she didn’t immediately find an enemy servant right off the bat.

(Scouting: Sinclaire, East Nettleham. Sirius, West Nettleham)

[mrblah]

Reaver

The magus continued on his merry way, unaware of the Servant tailing him by sticking to the rooftops. It was a boring chase, the man wasting time by stopping to chat pleasantly with people every now and then as he seemingly wandered around for no reason. His head would turn every now and then in a direction as if he were searching for something, and the way he seemed to have no route to his journey suggested he wasn't out to get somewhere, but searching for something. Perhaps... scouting.

Finally, the man ended his search on Beevor Street, ending up in a field near an abandoned factory. There was a lot of unused rusted metal around, and other such junk that made it obvious the place had seen better days. There was an old sign above the factory's door, reading "Rilmac Fabrication Limited". Golden Vulture spied the man pulling a small book out of his pocket, and he walked over to a nearby bench to sit on it and read. The book was completely normal, and he could see no reason why a magus would wander around for as long as he did, then just end up in some desolate place to sit down and read a book.

Lazy Kitsune and CondorBoH

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Roll: 80. Bonus from Caster's Territory Creation (B). 40. 5% efficiency.

The Genie's abilities had allowed her to make a room within their safe house that was protected within a bounded field. It was a simple door in the wall that led into an extra room with a comfortable amount of space. The bounded field was designed to ward away passing eyes, and it would be quite effective against most magi. The door was also made of some fairly solid material, capable of taking a few hits in the case that someone sees through the bounded field and tries to break in.

It took the better part of the morning for the fortification to conclude, but it was completed properly without any issues. Rose and the Genie still had some time before the end of the day, and more to do. 2 AP left.

RandomRoninKitten and Littlemankitten

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Rolls: 67, 13.

The two broke off in separate directions, walking off to different parts of Nettleham to scout their territory, Sinclaire going east and Sirius going west.

Sirius's search provided results through the mutterings of passersby. She overheard talk of the local pub being far louder than usual, and in the morning no less. It seemed to be her only decent lead, so she followed it through and ended up at The White Hart. From inside, she heard a lot of activity and cheering. Getting curious from hearing something so loud and suspicious early in the morning of the quiet village, she peeked into the building to see... a lot of people around a table, cheering loudly while a young woman with a strange hairstyle wearing showy clothes chugged a mug of alcohol. There were at least 14 mugs around her, and the woman didn't even seem the slightest bit intoxicated. Slamming the now emptied 15th mug onto the table, she smirked at the rowdy men cheering around her, and her eyes scanned the crowd to make eye contact with Sirius's. Her gaze was sharp and commanded respect and authority as if she hadn't ever lived life without such, and her very presence commanded power. Despite her location and what she wore, somehow, Sirius could tell she was no ordinary woman.

Meanwhile, Sinclaire's search provided less useful results. She didn't find anything in the western part of Nettleham, spotting everyday people doing everyday things in a quiet village. The boredom seeped in from the lackluster scouting, but that was soon replaced with a funny feeling. She began to feel paranoid, checking over her shoulder as it felt like eyes were on her. The people around her where starting to give her concerned and suspicious looks from her behavior, and she eventually found herself somewhere isolated to get away from it all.

But she didn't have the chance to relax, as her paranoia finally produced results. She had to jump out of the way as a strange creature wielding a sword slashed at where she stood. It was short, the top of its head barely at hip level for her. But the weapon, its blatantly inhuman features, and the fact that it stalked and attacked her all suggested danger - Sinclaire had to dodge again soon after the attack, another sword from behind slashing at her unprotected back. She was able to minimize the damage by moving forward, and she dashed to the side to reveal her other opponent. It was a carbon copy of the first enemy, and they both looked ready to attack again.

Battle Log
??? attacks for 330! [Strength = 10. 10 times 20 is 200. Attacker has weapon, multiply by 1.5. 300. 1 (from d4) times 30 is 30. 330.]
Sinclaire defends! [Endurance = 10. 10 times 10 is 100. 3 (from d4) times 20 is 80. 180.]
Sinclaire takes 150 damage!

Sinclaire Archibald: 1050/1200 HP. 1000/1000 MP.
???: 100% HP. 100% MP.
???: 100% HP. 100% MP.

[Reaver]

"Hrm..." He grunted as he watched the magus read for several minutes. It could be bait, hell it probably was bait. In his time, Golden Vulture recalled many magus that deliberately put themselves out in the open to try and draw them out. He didn't always fall for it, but he always made them regret the tactic. This one would be no different. Done with his deliberations, Golden Vulture dug his fingers into the roof and tore out a brick shingle. "Yea, that'll do." Tossing it up lightly a few times to get a feeling for the heft. Maybe the man was a master, maybe he wasn't, but he'd be damned if he was going to let a magus continue to live without his say so. First would come the killing blow, that blow being as close to certain as Golden Vulture pulled his arm back and took aim. "Then I'll eat your heart and see if you have anything worthwhile to report to my master." Grinning widely as he launched the shingle with monstrous strength.

Pridolia couldn't help but feel a bit nervous while sitting in the car. Letting Golden Vulture off the leash to pursue a magus was a risk, one that could result in an escalating body-count and ire from the Clock Tower. At the same time, she had no desire to put herself in the middle of anything that could evolve into a battle between servants and if it was a master; Golden Vulture was more than capable of killing the master on his own. "So what's the extent of your capabilities?" Turning towards the figure that Golden Vulture had created and left behind. "Can you use noble phantasms?" His 'clone' snorted at that comment, much to her annoyance before responding. "No, the technique used only allows for physical attributes to be copied. With the Grail enhancing us as a servant I can maintain almost all of his prowess, save his durability. But that should be enough for 'me' to last long enough for me to save your tight and firm ass." A disgusting grin of bravado plastered across his face. She wanted to incinerate that smirk off of his face so badly. "Here's five bucks, go get me a chocolate candy bar before I use my command seals to kill you." Handing him some cash and opening the door for him. Leave it to an ancient magus-killer's facsimile to be more honest than the man itself.

[Littlemankitten]

Sirius walked along the streets of western Nettleham, looking around and taking in as much information about the area as she could. Everything seemed so much more quiet and open than what she was used to, there was no giant glistening skyscrapers or numerous spacecraft flying to and from orbit. It seemed a lot like a world on the outer edges of human space that she studied about then where she went to. It was strange, yet peaceful. Sirius tried to keep an actual ear and eye out for anything important as she admired the scenery and architecture. It wasn't until near the end of her scouting that she heard something even remotely interesting. Two people talking about a local establishment being quite a bit more rowdy than usual. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but she didn't want to go back to Sinclaire empty handed. After a moment of deliberation, she decided just to go and check up on it, what was there to lose?

After a while of walking, she finally found the 'pub' as the locals called it that had a bit of a commotion going on in it. She could see the complaints the passerby's had, she could hear the racket going on from outside. Deciding to just look inside for a second to see if there was anything interesting. She coughed a little as the door opened, the heavy smell of alcohol and the amount of noise was immediately abhorring to Sirius. She was about to leave immediately when she saw the woman that commanded the attention of the crowd. Hesitating, she looked the woman over and immediately recognized her as abnormal. The amount of mugs around her would be worthy of respect of even drunkards around her time, not to mention the strange air that seemed to emanate off of her. Sirius was almost certain she was either a magus or even worse a servant. Not wanting to start a fight quite yet, and defiantly not wanting to stay in that pub any longer, she turned around and left and continued to walk around the street. Stopping at the next intersection she then considered her options. She could just go back to their safe house and report a possible enemy that is around here, or she could attempt to gather more information about this girl. Eventually she decided to go back and try and find some windows or something she could possibly look into and gather more information about this person without being spotted again if at all possible, but would most certainly not go back in. If not, then she would just go back to the safe house and report her finding to Sinclaire.

[mrblah]

Reaver

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Agility Check; d20 roll; 10 + 2 from Agility mod. 12.

Item Appraiser: 80% chance. Roll: 26.

The soon-to-be ordinary murder weapon flied through the air at godly speeds, the small object speeding so fast to its target that the naked eye couldn't see it. It made no noise as it sped towards the magus, death in the immediate future for the unsuspecting man. His life would end so easily like an ant being stepped our a candle being put out, never knowing the how or why behind his demise... or so was the plan.

The brick was stopped by an iron shield that suddenly appeared, a medieval device that looked out of place in the modern environment it was within. Holding it, was a tall and muscular man in armor, a sword on his hip and no other weapon present on his form. His stance was defensive, head down behind his shield to block the projectile - which was somehow speeding back at Golden Vulture with the same speed he used to throw it!

The initial surprise didn't get Golden Vulture to let his guard down, and he moved his head to the side as the brick whistled right where it was. His enemy lowered his shield, a serious glare and a cocky smirk on his face. "With such a cowardly attack from behind, I'd suppose you are an Assassin, correct?" He shouted, his voice sounding rugged and deep. "I know it's foolish to ask; but would you reconsider this tactic or running, and instead, come down to face me directly? It would make matters much easier for me."

Getting a better look at the man and the sword on his hip, Golden Vulture's Item Appraiser came into effect. Information regarding the weapon came to his mind. This sword was named King's Beast Slayer, a C+ rank Anti-Beast Noble Phantasm that took the lives of many monsters, both legendary and otherwise. This weapon was most dangerous against the inhuman or evil, gaining the property of an absolute killer when used against such creatures. And though it was still quite dangerous against those that weren't beasts, it was less effective.

When activated, it deals a bonus 100% damage and crits against all beasts. Against humans, it deals a bonus 100% damage but doesn't crit.

Littlemankitten

Arriving back at the pub, Sirius once more heard the loud laughing of drunk men and cheering, smelling the disgusting stench once more as she looked around the building. She spotted a window by the door and peeked in - but judged it unusable as the woman who was most probably an enemy Servant was still facing the door. Thankfully, there was a window right on the side that allowed her to look in from behind the woman. She hadn't moved from her spot, but there were more mugs on the floor around her, and she spotted one of the drunkards bringing her another one. The 'Servant' grabbed the mug, chugged it while the men cheered on, then slammed it on the table with a loud BANG as they cheered around her. "She's a legend!" Someone cheered. "Never seen anythin' like her!" Another cheered. The locals walking by seemed disturbed by the noise.

The woman then stood up, the men quieting some as if they knew she was going to speak. "Well, this has been entertaining." Her voice was clear and elegant, with an exotic accent. "However, my time here is done. I must be off." The men around her made sounds of displeasure, some of them protesting. But the woman had none of it, offering a smile as she moved to the door. "Please, do take care of yourselves. Drink responsibly." And with a final wave, she stepped out... and didn't pay for all the booze she drank. This realization would seep into the minds of the drunkards and the bartender later.

Sirius quickly moved to the edge of the pub's wall, peeking over the corner to see the woman walking away. She didn't seem to have noticed Sirius. She could continue following her to gather more information safely, it seemed?

[KittyCatCake]

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Once it seemed that her master was slowly coming into ease. "Este is my name yes and it would preferred if you used the name in private. I would prefer our enemies to find out who I am on their own rather than you giving them information on my capabilities." She said sternly as knowledge of one's enemy could make the difference in combat. "I am Bradmante Este, Paladin of Charlemagne and quite likely the strongest among them." She chuckled to herself even as she felt her husband prod her via his shadow form.

As Sylvie brought up that she had no plans for the grail except for obtaining it then she found herself wondering just how they would win. Slowly becoming more and more acclimated to Sylvie's Prana through their connection. "I want to know your desire that's why. How far you're willing to go for victory. To serve a lord means to entrust one's life and wishes to another. I know nothing of you and the only merit you provide is the words you offer. I can feel your abilities as my master and unfortunately... it feels as though you are rather lacking to be my ideal master. However you are still young and the many great mages do need time to develop. For now you should rest... our battle begins tomorrow and I will acquire the needed information of this world from whatever contacts you have. If you would please give me your information of your informants and accomplices and I'll ensure I learn everything I can of this out of place war." Once they come to some agreement Este already knew what she would do with her master tomorrow.

Through the night lancer and her shadow were still digesting every bit of information that the grail had provided. Such things as culture and modern day conveniences were quite the spectical to experience. Especially the magic like atomaton titled the 'microwave'. Her master seemed surprisingly well connected as this 'new' family she had mentioned made her question whether this was Melissa's true line of descendants. It was quite like them to be involved so indirectly... Hearing the voice of her lover within her mind... "Worried for the girl?" Lancer could only scoff from such an obvious statement. "Whether out of dept or gratitude this girl has enlisted herself in a holy grail war... How can I not be worried. She so far seems either naive or haughty of her abilities." She can feel the shadow shiver in a chuckle. "So just like you then my dear." She felt herself blush by how on point he was... She had forgotten herself and her role within this war. "Quiet you... I'll admit... She i can see bits of myself in her, but this family she works towards... Isn't like you." The air grew silent as she pondered what sort of aftermath may occur, win or lose. For the time being she enjoyed the rising sun... An experience she never truly appreciated in life... But I'm her death.... It's hard not to find some beauty in a new beginning.

Once her master had awoken Este would greet her with the letter that was meant for her master having already read it. "So we are being challenged by another servant and master. Granted I don't quite know what would happen if I were to try and hunt for them or by which servant might be so daring to allow such a formal announcement. Now, while I do intend to go scouting for this threat against us I believe it would be in our best interest if you would train your abilities. Of course this is up to you master. As for my ability to scout... I am in need of modern day clothing. I'm overtly certain any master or servant would be wary of a lance wielding girl in the street. Especially an armored one at that." As her armor fades away to reveal a rather slim silk dress. Something akin to what a Shakespearian noble would dress in. As her lance slowly fell into ruggerio was absorbed by her shadow to save for space. Giving a thanks to her shadow to quickly refer back to her master. "If you see me talking to my shadow... Pretend I'm talking to myself if you would please... My lover doesn't quite need the attention."

(Requesting for my master to train there magic stat and if they refuse I'm open to scouting. Also sorry for my character's attitude that's how she is. Rugguerio will soften her up for you also just gonna edit some dialogue between lancer and her shadow. And Edit done)

Sylvie nodded her head s her partner requested that she not use her name, and wore an expression of deep thought as she considered the suggestion. After several minutes, she nodded once more and stated flatly "Then we'll call you Joan. A different female knight, with blond hair. All of our enemies would be prepared for a Heroic Spirit that, possibly, isn't in this war." she crossed her arms, then rested one leg on the other as she sat up.

"I'm willing to give up anything and everything to obtain the Grail. That said, I really don't have much to give, so I guess you could say I would give up what little I have."

***

In the morning, Sylvie accepted the letter and skimmed over it, before tossing it aside, onto the counter. "I see... well, I expected other Masters to act at some point, but I didn't realize there were teams that are in such a hurry to lose." she said, as she watched her Heroic Spirit change clothes and hide her lance, after which she squinted at her "I thought you said modern day clothing... that's far from modern... in fact, I'm trying to convince myself that a person wouldn't have to transfer themselves back in time to obtain something like that, in this day and age." she said, before leaving the room. After several minutes, she returned, holding a different set of clothing.
A green ribbon for her hair, a green shirt that exposes the shoulders and has short sleeves, a black undershirt, and a blue skirt with frills, a pair of grey and white stockings, and a pair of black shoes.
"Please put these on, you'll look less... blatantly obvious." she said, shaking her head.

She ignored the comment about talking to the shadow, despite intending to do as requested, She then considered the suggestion to stay and practice while her servant scouted, however, she came to the conclusion that staying together is the best course of action "We should scout as a pair. If I run into trouble, you'll be there without my having to waste a command seal, and if you run into trouble, it wouldn't be one and a half against one." she said, nodding her head as if to confirm her own assertion. "Let's scout together."

[CondorBoH]

As soon as the Territory Creation skill was complete, the Genie let off a sigh of annoyance. Looking at the door, which simple design forced her to swallow her pride and antics for the sake of survival, she was worried that the space within was going to be inadequate to her standards.
"This cursed Grail War is severely limiting my powers. Why, I could conjure a kingdom in the amount of time it took for me to create this room."

Another sigh, the arms uncrossed and she led the way into the warded room. On the inside it was a scene of luxurary. Granted, there was an area in the back corner that looked perfect for conducting magical rituals and contained a large bookshelf, the rest of the room looked like the private spa of an Arabian noble. The windows on the far wall were grand and had a false blue sky affixed in them, a sprawling metropolis far below. Of course, those were just illusions lodged into the walls themselves.
A grand bed and couch, a pair of stunted palms, an actual bath that could be called a pool... Its practicality was questionable, but the workshop was fit for a king.
"Hm, despite my complaints, it is far nicer than that cramped lamp. Now then, my dear Master. In this room I am at my most versatile, with both of our ability to collect mana increased significantly. If you wish to perform magic or have me prepare a ritual, then here is where it is most... what is the word? Optimal? Yes, that. Of course, I can control how this room looks and can change it... well, not on my whim, but in a day maybe."

Her face darkened into a look of annoyance. She was showing off, no way she could deny that, but the inadequacy of herself now, how much she was bound by the Grail was irritating. Her negative emotion passed, replaced by a satisfied little smirk as the Genie went to lounge on the beautiful couch. Still, a little luxury is enough to satisfy her for the moment.
"And of course, we are most protected here. Not to say we can hide for the entire war, but... well, you get the picture. Now, if I recall the next part of our agenda was scouting out our competition and recruits. Using my Shapeshifting skill I can easily disguise myself as an ordinary human, or a bird, or even a passing breeze to fulfil this request."

The Genie began to toy with the jewellery that hung from her breast, frankly content to pass the time doing nothing. Whatever her Master had planned, or the lack of plan thereof, she was going to enjoy pretending she had this moment of laziness to herself. And now, with the Territory Creation, she didn't have to look at the displeasing modern architecture.
"If you have other plans, Master, then I am grudgingly at your command. You've shown yourself to not be a coward with this plan to steal another Servant so early, so I guess even if you are rather un-magus-like, good things will come of my service to you... Which brings my next topic. What is it you want of the Grail? I believe my answer if asked the same question is... obvious, but I am curious as to what your motivation here is."

[Reaver]

Killing a magus would have been a good start to the day for Golden Vulture. He hated almost all of their kind and to brain one with a brick would have brought him plenty of pleasure. So when his brick failed to land and ended up almost hitting himself in the face, he had quite the scowl on his face. That was until he realized he had just found an enemy Servant. Or rather the Servant believed that he had found him based on how confident the man talked and looked. Golden Vulture couldn't blame him, after all, the Servant was at least implying that he had just caught Assassin red-handed and could easily defeat him in a fight. It made the Babylonian bandit king chuckle internally as he stared down at the man from the roof. Well, truthfully, I do also qualify as Assassin and was one in life so he hasn't completely missed the mark, he thought as he stroked his beard and returned the man's smirk. But lucky for you I wasn't or your master would surely be dead by now. Instead, let us see what you're capable of. Through life, Golden Vulture had learned that a fight could be decided before it even begun if one had enough information and advantages. It was how he had killed many magi by preying on their weaknesses and vices, and it was how he had been killed himself, by Hammurabi betting on him being willing to duel honorably. Now, Saber's eyes shifted to the man's armaments as his gift of appraising activated and told him what he needed to know about them. The shield was more than likely normal, but the sword on his belt was a noble phantasm of interesting pedigree. The rank of it wasn't all that special but every treasure either had a use or could be used to obtain an even greater treasure. More importantly, the sword gave Golden Vulture a glimpse into who the Servant could be and greatly narrowed down his possible servant class. The King's Beast Slayer... Is that man the king that wields the Beast Slayer, or simply the tool a king used to slay beasts and his sword earned the name like he did? The variable being given some consideration as he continued his internal musings. Based on that single sword noble phantasm, Golden Vulture knew with certainty he could exclude the man from the Caster, Lancer, Assassin, Archer, and obviously the Saber class, which only left either the Rider or Berserker class. He didn't give off a maddened vibe and it wouldn't be a huge stretch of the imagination to see a beast slayer having a phantasmal beast as his trump card. The logic made sense but he'd only know for sure once he tested the theory.

"Well, I suppose I have nothing better to do, Rider," Taking a guess at his servant class while giving a dramatic and weary sigh. "You were correct in your gander, how was mine?" Smiling widely as he pulled out his dagger from underneath his jacket. At the same time, he mentally called his mimicry to return by foot quickly then take up a spot on any nearby rooftop. That should get Torvald's attention. Figuring his master would want to observe the fight at the very least or possibly even intercept the master if he tried to run. Not to mention he wouldn't have to waste any energy resummoning his duplicate to his position or reveal an ability to his enemy.

"Besides," jumping off the roof, "what kind of heroic spirit would I be if I couldn't face another in combat?" Landing in front of probable Rider a few feet away. Keeping up the subterfuge of being Assassin was going to be tricky against someone using a sword and shield, especially since Golden Vulture didn't expect himself to be all that faster than Rider and wouldn't be able to use any techniques that relied on his substantial strength, not if he wanted to keep fooling him. He danced on the balls of his feet, feeling the energy and excitement rise inside of him as he prepared for the first strike. This war would be a gift in itself, truly.


Pridolia was still fuming as she watched her servant's duplicate slowly walking back with a candy bar. She hadn't been upset because of the comment, having already sensed Golden Vulture's eyes on her body at least a dozen times already, but rather because it made it evident that the servant himself didn't think all that much of her so far. More than likely he saw her as someone to appease and indulge, but it was obvious they weren't equals like he pretended to see them as. Showing him my worth will have to be a priority if I want to keep his loyalty long-term. Shoving the possibilities aside as the duplicate opened the door of the car. Only to watch him drop it on the ground. "Alright! I real-," Her voice becoming stern as she prepared a round of criticism and lecture.

"I'm being summoned by Golden Vulture." The duplicate's voice low and serious as it turned towards the direction Pridolia had seen the magus and Golden Vulture head in. "More than likely he's calling me because he's fighting and wants me around as a possible option to use. You should come, I'll be quicker than the car anyways. Hurry." Holding out his hand.

Pridolia bit her lower lip, knowing she didn't really have a choice. If he was fighting something worth having his ability on standby then it most likely was a Servant or something relative in power. If it was a Servant then she'd need to watch just in case she'd have to empower him or provide firing support, maybe even handle the master. "F-fine! One second!" Grabbing her satchel bag that held her potions and personal scrolls from the backseat before stepping out and grabbing his hand. She hated giving him this much lead and power, even more so once he scooped her up like a bride and leaped onto a building. It was embarrassing and make her cheeks flush as she tried to figure out how to handle being in this unfamiliar situation. Having his hand so close to her rear certainly didn't help, hoping it was only there to hold her tighter as they bounded buildings towards the fray and Golden Vulture.

[KnightVanilla]

Este chuckled a bit as she heard the confident tone of her master. "Quite the bold one you are. We would had gotten along much faster in my time during the war... As for your idea on disguising my identity behind another's servant. Joan while sharing some characteristics as myself would be a bad idea. A saint such as herself would be of the Ruler class servant. Any other servant would be able to tell that the identity to be false in nature. Instead I request you call me assassin in combat." She spoke out as her ring morphed her image to a skeletal man with a skill like mask a rather deadly looking arm.

"I've been informed enough by the grail to know of the old man on the mountain. This image you see before you is of Hassan-i-sabbah. the Hassan of the cursed arm." Este dispels her image to accept the new clothing her master has given her. "My thanks... The cloths I had on and available to me were only of the ones I had in life."

"Well as for the training I was gonna suggest I supervise your training. I've gotten to see how the sorceress Melissa works... But if you feel the need to find out first prey then so be it."

[mrblah]

"Rider..." The man murmured, his blank expression facing Golden Vulture. "Well, don't I seem like one?" He returned the question with one of his own, a smirk on his face. He relaxed his stance, clearly underestimating the Servant he believed was only an Assassin. "I commend you on your bravery, Assassin." He nodded to Golden Vulture with a smile. "You would come to meet a Rider on the battlefield, even knowing that he's aware of your trickery and far more experienced in a straight fight. In this encounter, you know I would win and I'd wager you're not a foolish man, so you must have some trick up your sleeve, right? Maybe a dagger in the shadows? Bowman on the roof?" He gestured to a nearby building with his head, keeping his eyes on Golden Vulture.

Behind the man, his Master remained unusually calm and collected, apparently actually reading the book he took out. It almost seemed like he really didn't notice the two Servants soon to fight behind him. His Servant looked back, a frown on his face, before he looked forward again to Golden Vulture. "Now, let's proceed. I've been told to carefully restrain my power by my far too relaxed Master, so don't feel offended if you notice me holding back." Rider reached to his hip, taking his sword and pulling it out. "Here I come!"

Just after saying that, he charged at the Servant, cutting the distance between them quickly and immediately launching an attack. His charge was slower than Golden Vulture expected; slower than him, in fact. Dodging the slow blade was relatively easy, moving to the side to allow the sharp weapon to cut nothing but air. Rider hopped back, pulling up his shield to defend after his attack as he reconsidered his opponent. "... You're quicker than I gave you credit for, Assassin... do forgive my underestimation of you."

Battle Log
Rider attacks for 1,050! [Power = 750 + (3 from d6 x 100) = 1,050.]
Golden Vulture defends! [Agility = (15 x 40) + (4 from d4 x 100) = 1,000.]
Golden Vulture dodges!
Counter roll is 62. No counter!

Golden Vulture: 7600/7600 HP. 4800/4800 MP.
Rider: 100% HP. 100% MP.

[RandomRoninKitten]

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Meanwhile, Sinclaire's search provided less useful results. She didn't find anything in the western part of Nettleham, spotting everyday people doing everyday things in a quiet village. The boredom seeped in from the lackluster scouting, but that was soon replaced with a funny feeling. She began to feel paranoid, checking over her shoulder as it felt like eyes were on her. The people around her where starting to give her concerned and suspicious looks from her behavior, and she eventually found herself somewhere isolated to get away from it all.

But she didn't have the chance to relax, as her paranoia finally produced results. She had to jump out of the way as a strange creature wielding a sword slashed at where she stood. It was short, the top of its head barely at hip level for her. But the weapon, its blatantly inhuman features, and the fact that it stalked and attacked her all suggested danger - Sinclaire had to dodge again soon after the attack, another sword from behind slashing at her unprotected back. She was able to minimize the damage by moving forward, and she dashed to the side to reveal her other opponent. It was a carbon copy of the first enemy, and they both looked ready to attack again.

Battle Log
??? attacks for 330! [Strength = 10. 10 times 20 is 200. Attacker has weapon, multiply by 1.5. 300. 1 (from d4) times 30 is 30. 330.]
Sinclaire defends! [Endurance = 10. 10 times 10 is 100. 3 (from d4) times 20 is 80. 180.]
Sinclaire takes 150 damage!

Sinclaire Archibald: 1050/1200 HP. 1000/1000 MP.
???: 100% HP. 100% MP.
???: 100% HP. 100% MP.

Sinclaire spun to face her opponents, and gripped the handle of her Ninjaken, sticking out of her backpack, but quickly realized it wouldn't be all that effective against these creatures, and that it would likely be better to resort to magic. Her anger flared as she felt the blood trickling from her back, realizing they cut one of her favorite tops... oh, and wounded her. Unluckily for her opponents, it was her that they were attacking, and they should have brought further reinforcements, especially now that she was angry. She glanced around her to try to find the magus that may have summoned them, then called out to her opponents "You fools! You should have attacked literally any other magus, your master has sent you to die!" she then clasped her hands together and created several vaguely ninja-esque hand signs, before calling out "NINJUTSU ART OF FREEZING!" and used her Cold Air spell against one or both opponents.

[mrblah]

Calling upon the mana within the air, Sinclaire went about the process of refining and manipulating it, using her dual affinity to power the beginning of her spell. Charging it only took a few seconds, and she fired it at the one who attacked her. But she miscalculated the distance between them, and Cold Air was a dangerous spell that relied on distance to lessen its effects, so as to lower the chances of unpredictable splash damage. The freezing air traveled forth from Sinclaire's direction, reaching all the way to the conjured monster with a full gust of freezing wind. The effect of the dangerous spell, untempered by the distance, spread to the other fighters nearby. That being Sinclaire herself and the other enemy. The air froze the blood of its targets, chilling the two to the bone, though it seemed like her enemy took it far worse than her. Its movements slowed greatly, almost falling to the ground as it shivered. Not very resistant to magecraft, it seemed...

Battle Log
Sinclaire attacks using Cold Air for 500! [Spellpower = 300. Magic = 10. 300 + (10 x 20). 500.]
??? is within short distance! Sinclaire will take 50% splash damage! ??? B is within splash damage range! ??? B will take 50% splash damage!
??? defends! [Magic = 5. 5 x 10 + 3 from d4 x 20 = 110.]
??? takes 390 damage! ??? is defeated!
??? B attacks for 330! [Strength = 10. 10 times 20 is 200. Attacker has weapon, multiply by 1.5. 300. 1 (from d4) times 30 is 30. 330.]
Sinclaire defends! [Endurance = 10. 10 times 10 is 100. 3 (from d4) times 20 is 60. 160.]
Sinclaire takes 270 damage!

Sinclaire Archibald: 530/1200 HP. 500/1000 MP. Frostbitten.
???: 0% HP. 100% MP. Defeated.
??? B: 17% HP. 100% MP. Frostbitten.

[RandomRoninKitten]

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Calling upon the mana within the air, Sinclaire went about the process of refining and manipulating it, using her dual affinity to power the beginning of her spell. Charging it only took a few seconds, and she fired it at the one who attacked her. But she miscalculated the distance between them, and Cold Air was a dangerous spell that relied on distance to lessen its effects, so as to lower the chances of unpredictable splash damage. The freezing air traveled forth from Sinclaire's direction, reaching all the way to the conjured monster with a full gust of freezing wind. The effect of the dangerous spell, untempered by the distance, spread to the other fighters nearby. That being Sinclaire herself and the other enemy. The air froze the blood of its targets, chilling the two to the bone, though it seemed like her enemy took it far worse than her. Its movements slowed greatly, almost falling to the ground as it shivered. Not very resistant to magecraft, it seemed...

Battle Log
Sinclaire attacks using Cold Air for 500! [Spellpower = 300. Magic = 10. 300 + (10 x 20). 500.]
??? is within short distance! Sinclaire will take 50% splash damage! ??? B is within splash damage range! ??? B will take 50% splash damage!
??? defends! [Magic = 5. 5 x 10 + 3 from d4 x 20 = 110.]
??? takes 390 damage! ??? is defeated!
??? B attacks for 330! [Strength = 10. 10 times 20 is 200. Attacker has weapon, multiply by 1.5. 300. 1 (from d4) times 30 is 30. 330.]
Sinclaire defends! [Endurance = 10. 10 times 10 is 100. 3 (from d4) times 20 is 60. 160.]
Sinclaire takes 270 damage!

Sinclaire Archibald: 530/1200 HP. 500/1000 MP. Frostbitten.
???: 0% HP. 100% MP. Defeated.
??? B: 17% HP. 100% MP. Frostbitten.

Sinclaire wiped some of the blood from her new wound off with her hand, sighing and stumbling as looks at it, as it coats her hand and drips onto the ground, then begins charging her next spell, making several one-handed and two-handed signs as she did so "Ahahahaha! Fool! You made me bleed... NOBODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD! You'll meet the same fate as your comrade! This spell was hand-crafted by yours truly, and you should feel honored to have your life extinguished by it! VOLTURNUS ANARCHY SPEAR!" she casts Volturnus Anarchy Spear on the remaining enemy.