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Archer EMIYA The Alvari Estate. A large, rather old looking mansion located in the depths of untamed Romania lands. Something that probably registers as slightly weird given the man's supposed wealth. Even weirder is the lack of any fencing to close the area off. They're either extremely confident, or extremely stupid.

Maybe both.

Whatever is. EMIYA's put out an open call. He has also, rather uncharacteristically, decided to give actual information. At least some. There's a Vampire inside that's 'legally' acquiring funds for some sort of dark ritual. They are also technically, probably going to upset the Mages Guild for this, but on the upside, it's credit with The Church.

As to what the Dark Ritual is or why he  wants them removed, he doesn't say, deliberately avoiding an answer. It's fine though, he's Paladins, his cause is just.

"So. Let's go over this and spare you some time. You're going inside and straight down to their basement. No detours or sight seeing, as that's where the bulk of his wealth and defenses are."

He pauses, fiddling with a strange rainbow-colored cube in his hand.

"If you don't have the means to kill him, lure him out here. I'll be staying outside to make sure he doesn't sneak out as well. That being said, if you have any questions, now's the time to ask."
Kale Hearthward Kale Hearthward has the admirable quality of not asking inconvenient questions.He shows up, samples whatever refreshments are available, and listens and nods as EMIYA lays out the plan to kill someone he's never met or heard of.

"Straight inside, straight down to the basement, kill him," the swordbird sums things up. "Got it."

"What sort of defenses should we expect?" he adds.
Muramasa Muramasa, with both his and EMIYA's mutual identity outed, squints at the man. His body was somewhere in the late teens while the Archer's was a good deal older, probably about thirty, but despite having to look up at him, he felt no intimidation. It was more like looking into the mirror of a funny house, warped and curving, yet still recognizable. This is to say that Muramasa was incredibly suspicious of the reasons they were here today.

He didn't doubt that this was ultimately for some kind of greater good. That was Archer's M.O. Rather, he was dubious of what exactly was involved in that goal, as the quote unquote 'Red Man' was rarely in such a generous mood to offer information freely. That meant they needed to know that information to inform their decision making and do what he wanted them to, even if that were't necessarily what he was stating their goal to be.

Killing the vampire was important to some other component of his scheme, he was sure. And it probably involved what the vampire was studying, if EMIYA was commanding them to raid his workshop.

"A mage's workshop is their sanctuary, and many Dead Apostles were once magi. Saying 'its where their defenses are concentrated' is a severe understatement, chances are that he'll bunker down there to fight with all of his might."
Karlan Nobles "Someone has to ask, I guess. What do Dead Apostles do that would warrant their deaths?" Pramanix, out of the loop as ever, at least looks prepared for a break in as she goes through a small handbag and starts pulling out the necessities: A small pipe that seems to have filled the majority of the bag, and a ceremonial bell with the inner piece wrapped up in a small wash cloth to keep it quiet for the time being. Once she gets her stuff, she sticks her bag in a hole for later retrieval.

"I imagine it's nothing good if you're putting this kind of call out, but still. What did this one do? Do you think he can be reasoned with at all?" Although she sounds somewhat hopeful, there's also this underlying resignation in her tone that she's expecting that not to be the case.
Archer EMIYA "Wish I knew specifically. Unfortunately my intel isn't one hundred percent complete. If I were to hazard a guess based solely on racism towards vampires, familiars of some sort. As for what warrants their death? Well, other than being predators to humanity... There's too many to list, but I can assure you this once, you won't find anything to sympathize with here."

Muramasa looks up at him, and Archer looks down. He gives a wry, taunting smirk.

"The basement is where his workshop is. It's probably defended as well, but this Apostle's entire scheme is funneling funds to Aylesbury . In this case, his workshop is less important than his assets. Anyway, I feel like you should get going now, before they actually notice we're standing out here. We'll keep in touch on the radio."
Kale Hearthward "Alright then! No time like the present! I'll take the lead."

Kale claps his hands, orients himself in the right direction, and activates his jet boots - taking off and skimming low across the ground, heading into the compund in search of the basement entrance - or, failing that, bringing out his drill-sword and making one.

He's not subtle, and he's probably triggering every trap and stumbling into every aggro radius in the process.
Muramasa Muramasa frowns, irritation welling up as he stared at EMIYA's smirk. He really wanted to wipe it off his face, but cleaning the Archer's clock could wait. Now that he had a decent idea of his stake in matters, or at least part of it, Muramasa opts not to grill him over it and simply shrugs in an irritated manner, turning away to tug his haori closer to his chest before glancing between those present.

"There'll probably be a bounded field -- a kind of magic barrier -- over the property that'll inform him that we're coming. Since stupid back there has a good reason for not just blowing the residence up and being done with it, we may as well spring the trap."

With that said, the Saber-class Servant advances, apparating one of his swords, a tachi, using projection magecraft. It appears in hand after forming from glowing gridlines of magic that make up the blueprint.
Karlan Nobles "Fair enough. If that's the case, then may they be reborn as something less... This in their next lives." Pramanix utters a quiet prayer to her homeland, then grips the pipe and bell to her chest before turning towards the mansion and watching as Kale blasts right on in.

"This makes things more straightforward. That's not such a bad thing." Following his lead and chuckling at Muramasa's comment, she unwraps the napkin from her bell dongler, then starts ringing it rhythmyically while beginning THE RITUAL in her approach. It doesn't take long before the skies above the mansion begin to darken, then turn white as hail batters down on the mansion. Each chunk is dense enough that it could crack through a standard window easily, and there's a whole lot of hail coming down on the walls, the roof, and even the ground everywhere except the entrance the group seems to be approaching from.
Gilgamesh      "Huhuhahahahahah!"

     That laugh belongs to exactly one person, and it's probably the person Muramasa, and EMIYA, least want to see on the scene.

     He's dressed in his usual black jacket and pants. There's a golden wineglass in his hand, swirling about, full of some drink that smells of true and literal ambrosia, of Heaven's glory and Earth's majesty. He's very clearly not taking this seriously at all, considering he even showed up late - and in a limousine, which is just now pulling away, having deposited its lordly cargo.

     He is the King of Heroes, and he is here to enjoy the situation.

     The King walks past EMIYA with a wide grin of his own.

     Well, if the vampire didn't know they were coming *before*, he damn sure does now. The King shines like the sun (metaphorically), all power and glory, a glory that humans have since lost, a glory faded in the modern era. He is more real than the world around him - a thing more divine than human, more True than the truth. No one could possibly ignore that he is there.

     The King snaps his fingers.

     He's absolutely going to make an entrance in the way that he always does.

     And the way he always does is *by pouring an endless stream of unbelievably powerful artifacts out of his magical gate*.

     Every single one of them is a work of art, a beautiful, shining, powerful thing as glorious as the king himself.

     And he's using them as a goddamn *battering ram*.
Archer EMIYA The outside is now snow and ice shit. The Dead Apostle's property value has dropped considerably. Pramanix's master plan has worked? Everyone also batters the door open in some fashion. The door was open, but it can't say as much, so there's eventually several giant gaping holes for them to enter in.

The inside of the building, is decidedly less frozen. It's also dimly lit, though not so badly that one can't see where they're going. Probably the weirdest thing is the several dozen sharply dressed people cleaning up the estate, acting as if nothing had happened...

Further inspection reveals that several of them are already dead thanks to the reckless invasion, weapons sticking out of their corpses before they suddenly vaporize into ash.

One of the workers turns their heads, revealing a slightly rotten face. It seems to be examining the group, smirking before something inside of it snaps, and it too drops to the ground in a pile of warm ashes.

The rest now stop working, instead shambling at the invaders at high speeds, pouring out from several closed rooms and down the stairs to try and drown them in a wave of bodies.

It's them. The Dead. Title Drop.
Gilgamesh      Disgusting.

     The Gate of Babylon's weapons disappear in a shower of gold sparks as the King steps through the shattered remains of the door. That the door was already open is completely irrelevant to him. He's the King. Making an entrance is part of what the King should do.

     The dead are scattered throughout the hallway. They look up as the group enters. Gilgamesh's barely-concealed disdain radiates outwards as he walks forward, snapping his fingers. "Die for your King," he says, in the most bored tone possible. He doesn't even bother wasting anything from the Gate on these - he's simply giving the weak-willed creatures an order as he walks forward, one hand in his pocket.

     His other hand spins out a golden cell phone.

     "OK Google, your King commands you - tell me which corporation owns this building."

     He glances at it.

     He puts the phone back to his ear.

     "I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, King of Uruk and of Babylon, King of Denmark, King of All That Is, Was, and Ever Shall Be. I will buy," he looks at the building and cites off the address, "For," and he rattles off a truly absurd amount of money, the kind of money most *corporations* can't even imagine, "And I am not offering, I am ordering. Have the paperwork ready for me when I am done."

     He flips the phone back into his pocket and keeps walking.
Karlan Nobles With her task of getting the windows open complete, Pramanix can move to stage two of her multi-step plan: Getting ice into the mansion. The winds churn furiously around the mansion as the snow and ice seeks out any opening it can find to blow right into the place, both to ruin whatever it can reach that happens to not be water resistant, and also to give Pramanix more material to work with once a fight breaks out. She peers at the several holes created by her allies, carefully stepping over whatever debris and/or pieces of the treasury are still lying around.

With the undead workers approaching the group, it looks like that's going to happen much sooner rather than later. "This is terrible. Is that Dead Apostle responsible for all this?" Grimacing at the sight, Pramanix utters yet more quiet prayers for the shambling dead as snow and ice churns around her once again.

"May the Holy Mount Karlan be with us... Let us begin purging these impurities!" With that, the indoor blizzard begins in earnest with countless sharpened icicles raining down upon the undead with each ring of the bell. Those that get close to Pramanix have to contend with her swinging her pipe at them, although that's a little more haphazard and more to just try and get some space than to really brain the zombies.
Kale Hearthward "Hah!"

Kale pulls up on his air-dash and starts crafting a series of spells, firing them off one after the other - setting up strong gusts of wind to push the shambling dead back or push them aside.

"Know that I am Kale Hearthwind, East Wind Regalia of the Gale Emperor!"

He pauses, mid-cast, and glances over at Gilgamesh.

"... Did you... just buy that building?"
Gilgamesh      "The land," Gilgamesh says, in a bored tone, "And the building. Why?"
Muramasa With the King of Heroes proving himself to be as absurd as ever, Muramasa quickly decides to simply roll with it and advance. After all, the finnicky man seemed to be in a good mood today, so that made him almost pleasant to deal with, at least if you were to rate him on a scale of worst-gil to best-gil. Most metrics on that scale Muramasa would have simply opted to go home when exposed to.

"Don't take it personally," he mentions to Pramanix so that she doesn't feel too down. "He's actually being very nice to you." .. relatively, it bears repeating.

Once they make their entrance and the group breaks off to deal with the dead, Muramasa frowns. The chill in the air from the environment being frozen over left him wishing he'd brought a fuller ensemble, at least something that didn't leave his chest exposed.

Side-stepping a lunging dead waiter, he grasps it by the scruff of its neck and hurls it into its compatriots before notching his blade and raising it above his head in a tight, gripping stance, drawing the blade one handed and slinging it with incredible force at the ground. "Outta' the way!"

The explosion of air was like a miniature tornado that shreds the zombies apart and smashes through several walls, the blade itself practically shattering from the force. It was just a regular, common instrument after all. "Ah ... should've reinforced it beforehand. That was thoughtless of me."
Archer EMIYA The DAA do not admit what they are. But they're clearly interested in the King's Offer. They however, like all good businessmen, are attempting to alter the offer to their benefit rather than Gilgamesh's by texting him back. They are willing to take a (small) hit to hard cash in exchange for rare, hard to find alchemical materials worth much more than the cash they're forfeiting. The stuff most Mages use in rituals of the non good kind variety.

The Dead that Gilgamesh commands to die on the other hand, drop dead without complaint. The King's word even extends to dead.

Meanwhile, Pramanix summons ice indoors, further decreasing property values to combine with the outside and the sizable holes they've put into the building. They're skewered without much effort, though while a good number of them are reduced to dust, a few are able to push past the damage, using their fallen brothers as temporary shields.

Meanwhile, Muramasa grabs a poor defenseless Dead and throws it into the crowd. It combines very well with Kale's wind magic as well as his own burst of cutting air, reducing a swath of undead familiars to meaty chunks (that also turn to ash).

Unfortunately, for as many as they've killed, more are pouring out to take their place as they attempt the same strategy of overwhelming the invaders in a sea of bodies.
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh glances at the text.

     He just doubles the offer.

     He's not interested in offering actual treasures. He's also not an idiot. The whole point is that they understand that he is, in fact, the Real King Of Heroes, The Actual For-Realsies No-Shit King Of Heroes on their door. That is, after all, The Point. Once they're dead he can just buy the land for himself, so it's all a formality - he might as well own it now.

     You know, beyond his Ancient Babylonian Ur-King Ownership that extends to Everything and Everybody.

     Like, Modern Legally.

     The bodies come moving in while he's texting. The King steps sideways without looking up. He tilts his head sideways, taking a scratch along the cheek that nonetheless still looks ~beautiful~ despite the wound. His supernatural, faerie perfection is always frustrating as hell, isn't it? Especially since it's already healing.

     The King sidesteps another strike, tilts his head backwards to avoid a third, trips one of the dead, and continues walking. He has not looked up from his phone.

     He does, however, snap his fingers idly and drop a storm of blades onto the dead that Actively Get In His Way. These unfortunate creatures find themselves absolutely stormed by the Gate of Babylon, by the infinite rain of magical artifacts of the highest tier imaginable.

     The King just steps over the corpses as the magical artifacts disappear into golden sparkles, swirling his drink in his other hand.
Karlan Nobles "Is he really? I'll keep that in mind." Although Pramanix sounds skeptical at first, Muramasa's reassurance has her giggling softly shortly afterwards in between braining a zombie with her pipe and trying not to gag at having just brained a zombie. "He sort of reminds me of somebody, but who?" It takes her a bit longer to notice why Kale pauses, and then another moment longer to realize what Gilgamesh is doing.

"C... Can you really afford that much?" There's a moment where it sounds like she might actually be impressed, and she even snaps her fingers (somehow, despite holding a bell and pipe). "Ah, that's it! He's like..." That's quickly followed by a slight grimace and wrinkle of her nose. "... That sounds like something my brother would do. If it works, I guess."

She doesn't seem particularly pleased about it. It doesn't distract her for long, though, as the zombies keep swarming over each other. Bringing her pipe arm up to hold an approaching zombie in place, she punts it back with a clumsy stagger that nearly gets her head swiped in the process.

"There's so many of them... Just how many people did these Dead Apostles murder for this?" She doesn't let up with her indoor blizzard anytime soon, although she does adjust her strategy as she sees her allies getting to work. Rather than firing more crap downwards, she opts for the reverse and creates sharpened spikes from the snow and slush on the ground, each one jutting upwards rapidly to use the zombies' own momentum and weight against them.
Kale Hearthward More zombies.

"You know!" says Kale, over the sounds of combat. "Everyone's fine with eating meat, I've found, till they're on the menu! Then suddenly they get the point!"

"I'm just saying!"

"If any of you see the wisdom of denouncing murdering random lives for your food, then you know! There isn't a bad time for it!"

Just casting wind spells isn't going to cut it, apparently. He air-dashes back, narrowly not avoiding getting battered by the zombies, and draws his left-hand sword.

"In the meantime, while you're considering the many merits of abandoning meat, let me demonstrate - Breath Weapon Gobo!"

He brings the hilt up to his beak, and blows into it in the manner one would blow into a musical instrument.

"First of the Breath Weapons of the East Wind Regalia!"

And then he air-dashes forward, swinging his sword in a wide arc - and as he does so, the sword's blade splits into two pieces, revealing a mirror suspended between the two halves. As Kale swings, the mirror leaves behind afterimages of the sword - no less sharp and deadly than the physical blade in Kale's hands!

And should those zombies just happen to walk forward into the blade trails that Kale is leaving behind - well, that's not his fault, is it?
Muramasa The broken sword disperses into motes of magical energy, shattering like glass in his hand. "Hmph..more dead already on the way, huh."

While Gilgamesh handles a meaty chunk of the mob as he is wont to do, unleashing a hail of weaponry from his treasury like a long range artillery bombardment, Muramasa is only mildly more conservative in this case as he produces a similar trick on a much smaller, much less opulent scale. The undead crowd around him, pawing at him, too close for comfort.

        "Trace on."
        "Sword Barrel Open Up!"

Blue magical energy surges around him before a hail of common weaponry fans around him like a blast of shrapnel to give him room to begin a more complicated projection from the forge inside his soul.

Two tachi appear in his hands as he assumes the stance of the Niten Ichi-ryu, the signature style of Musashi Miyamoto. "I told you, you're in my way!"

Lashing out, he carves a swathe through them in an elegant and flowing blade dance, pouring magical energy into his limbs to reinforce them.
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh tilts his head backwards at Pramanix. "That little drop of coin is nothing. The coffers of the King are without limit and without end."

     "Huhuhahahahah!"

     He steps on the head of a fallen zombie with exactly zero interest.
Archer EMIYA Gilgamesh can probably imagine the DAA that are gnashing their teeth as the reply to the doubled offer takes a bit, but he eventually gets a message saying that they accept.

Ice and a flurry of blades, both spectral and very expensive, instantly destroy more of the Dead, littering Gilgamesh's newly bought estate with zombie ash. Awful.

The One <s>Weeb</s> swordsman who doesn't rain down death nonchalantly also doesn't meet much resistance, though he probably feels cooler. As cool as one feels killing walking snack bags, anyway.

The human bodies are dwindling, which allows the group to advance. UNFORTUNATELY, Gregori Alvari seems to have diversified, as dogs and cats begin appearing from down the hallway. Either that, or he's running out of servants.

Well, a body's a body when it comes to defense, and much like the dead humans that came before them, they don't really seem concerned with their well being, literally throwing themselves at the group with teeth and claws bared.
Gilgamesh      The King snaps his phone closed with a satisfied expression on his face.

     And then he is literally, not humorously, bitten on the hand by a dog.

     By a very literal mongrel.

     The King's reaction is almost instantaneous. The dog is hurled backwards. The hallway starts to fill with ripples in the air.

     The spike of magical power is intense. Majestic, glorious artifacts emerge, peeking forth from the holes in space and time. Magnificent golden swords with auras of power that swell and fill the hallway. Axeheads that blaze with light and fire. Marvelous spears filled with glory and magic. Wands that pulse with elemental power.
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The King raises his hand imperiously. He holds it there as Muramasa's blades carve forward. He waits to get a lock on Kale's afterimages, on Kale's trail. Pramanix's blizzard whirls around his coat as he walks forward, the Gate's ripples following behind him.

     The King's motion is exactly as regal as one might expect of the King. His hand flicks forward. He opens the floodgates.

     The Gate roars. It is the sound of thunder. It is the sound of a gale. It is a storm of magic unleashed all the way down the hallway without regard for anything in the way. The walls crack. The floor cracks. The ceiling lights explode. Generic hanging paintings erupt into flame. The only things not hit are the party - who receive the unique experience of standing in the middle of an absolute storm of weaponry being fired past them like ballistic missiles.

     It does not end.

     The King just starts walking forward. When he is finally satisfied, he snaps his fingers.

     "The treasury of the King is without end," he repeats at Pramanix and Kale, "So buying something like this is child's play."
Kale Hearthward "What..."

Kale is a bit more reluctant to swing at the animals than the zombies. This lasts until he gets scratched up the first time.

"Okay, this..."

"This is getting ridiculous - how many bodies do they have to throw at us!"

He falls back a bit, relying on his allies to hold the line while he swaps swords and preps.

"Enough of this, then!" he says. "I'm not going to stand here and play games with the dead - a thousand little bumps in the road, a death not by a thousand cuts, but by a thousand BOREDOMS!"

He swaps swords, dramatically stowing the left-hand sword and bringing out the right one all in one motion.

"Know me, then - those who would stand in my way! I am the wielder of Breath Weapon Periactus - that which rends and tears, that which breaks and shatters! Those that stand before it have naught to tell - for the breath has long since left their lungs!"

He brings it up to his beak, blows, and then crouches - taking a runner's starting position, with the sword thrust in front of him.

"And with it, I shall carve a path, for as long as I live and breathe!"

His jet boots flare - erupting with energy, and he takes off from the crouch at ludicrous speeds, rocketing forward -

- somehow not being hit by the storm of weaponry as he jets through -

- and as he does, his sword warps, the blade forming a spiral shape twisting out from the hilt, and then the whole thing starts spinning, spinning, reaching drill speeds, reaching past drill speeds!

Take a tunnel excavator drill. Strap a jet engine to the non-pointy end. Sandwich a bird between them. That's basically what's happening here.

Any idiot can set up the jet engine-excavator drill-bird combo, though. The real magic of Kale's gear is that he's somehow not crushed into a pancake by the forces he's enacting as he rockets towards the basement.
Karlan Nobles <J-IC-Scene> Gilgamesh says, "There we are. Now it's mine."
<J-IC-Scene> Pramanix says, "Oh, wow. I'm surprised that worked... Er. Does this mean I should hold off on the property damage?"
<J-IC-Scene> Gilgamesh says, "No. Go ahead and destroy it. It's filled with filth anyhow."

"Of course, of course. This, too, is in the name of purification."

This is not entirely in the name of purification. There's just something so cathartic about wrecking things, yet so few opportunities for Pramanix to really indulge in it. It's all for a good cause, of course, or so she says. Ice continues to chip at the outside of the mansion as well as into the probably-sloshy floor, unlikely to do any favors for any paperwork still inside.

The cold might help the smell a little bit, at least. Probably not. Pramanix uses the continuously building moisture to her advantage, though, calling up a wall of ice just in time to keep the zombified dog from sinking its teeth into her neck.

"He's even turned animals into these?! How..." She takes a deep breath, barely calming down when she's told that they're familiars (whatever that means). "R... Right. We must remain calm. Killing him in anger will not do."

Deep breaths. Also, staring.Gilgamesh's armory has the snow saint staring at them in awe, as does Muramasa's mastery of the blade and phrases she can't quite wrap her head around despite enjoying them immensely. Kale's odd weapon has her staring for several moments as she tries to make heads or tails of how that drill-ish sword works, and then she starts to make sense of it.

Kind of. Not really. What she does know, however, is how her own arts work, and that weakening their opposition's defenses generally helps. The bell rings again, louder than before as Pramanix starts to put more of her power into the ritual. Rather than sharpened ice or crushing blocks, the snow and cold simply grows stronger, almost as though she's trying to freeze the entire place over as the group advances onwards. It has a strange effect on the hides of their familiar foes, however, as it saps their strength directly! Somehow.
Muramasa Muramasa flows and ebbs around both undead and projectiles, the two-bladed techniques of the Shinmen Musashi being nothing to scoff at. Using them felt almost bitter-sweet, but he was never one to shy away from making full use of his arsenal. Gilgamesh was considerate enough not to fire while he was in his direct path, and Muramasa was aware enough not to be in the splash zone as he moved back, warding off stray familiars with his blades. The reinforcement performed on the projections of simple weaponry kept them sharp and sturdy, but they were still common implements and were showing wear and tear accordingly, being swung around with the speed and fierceness of a Servant.

Backing away, his eyes search for something, landing upon their object of desire ... a broom closet. He turns to Pramanix and Kale with a request, "Could you keep these things busy for a minute?"

He enters the broom closet, leaving them to buffet and obliterate the creatures as they would. Several minutes pass, and ...

The door opens again. The inside is not a broom closet, somehow, the items necessary for a magic smithy had appeared inside. He held a thick, black iron mallet in one hand and carried some sort of bundle under one arm. "Alright, I just needed to prepare something for that Dead Apostle, once we manage to push through to his workshop. I don't feel like dealing with any headache he might have planned, so I whipped up something to take care of it."
Archer EMIYA Gilamesh kills the dog, causing an entire subsection of the internet to riot. Except it's an evil dog, so he's justified. A torrent of swords follow after, cleaning out much of the room. Furniture and the very building itself begin crumbling under the might of the King's full treasury, though more importantly, the familiars and what remains of the Dead are also hit.

What the King of Denmark doesn't finish, Kale sure does, summoning forth an enormous drill sword to completely destroy whatever integrity the hallway had.

The Totally Last Defense now emerges from the basement... A Gorilla. A Familiar Gorilla. A foe that would give even the most well-equipped law enforcement trouble.

It charges, fist raised...And Then Pramanix freezes it. It's pushing through the attack with all of its might, but it's way too slow to be any real threat.

While all this is happening, Muramasa is smithing in a closet, his smithing spirit contributing to the fight??? (I don't know, man. It's very cool though.)
Karlan Nobles "Certainly, sir... Gan Jiang, was it?" Pramanix smiles softly at Muramasa as she heeds his request, reaching down briefly to flick the bell once and make sure she can stil feel her hands in all that cold air swirling arund her.

Good thing she still has that jacket on. She probably should have brought gloves. THe gloves probably won't help much in the face of a freaking gorilla coming right for her, thoguh, but the ice magic slowing it down gives her time to pull out all the stops.

"This has gone long enough... O Spirits, hear my prayer!" Pramanix's bell-ringing ritual starts to become more dramatic as she all but throws her tool into the air, the instrument staying aloft through the blizzard flowing around her while her chanting continues in an almost trancelike state. The gorilla powers through enough of the indoor blizzard that it actually makes contact with her and knocks her back a good foot or so, but she powers right through it herself to put the finishing touches on her attack.

"As the bells ring, the impenetrable hide shall be no more!" The icy winds, already working towards sapping the strength from the gorilla familiar, grow in ferocity as the snow threatens to freeze the gorilla solid. Countless* icicles form on the snow-stained ceiling in record time, their own weight cracking them at the base and bringing them down to shatter upon impact, all but ensuring maximum water damage to this entire property for good measure.
Muramasa With his newly created armament wrapped under arm, he keeps the smithing hammer in hand as they advance even further, coming face to face with a massive gorilla familiar. "That joke's never going to go away, huh. Anyway, just call me Muramasa. I'm a Saber class Servant, though I'm just a blacksmith."

With how cold it was getting from all of the blessings being granted and flung out as magical attacks, he was left shuddering and pale. And with his hands full, he simply opts for the most effective attack he could conjure in that instance, blazing flames beginning to form around him from his personal skill, Blaze EX.

He primarily got use out of it for forging armaments, but in this instance, he could weaponize it. Rearing his hammer back, he charges forward with speed and ferocity to deliver an explosive strike to the gorilla's skull as it was being flashfrozen by Pramanix, in an effort to finish it off permanently. "This'll see you off! DORYAAAAAAH!"

The strike releases a thundering boom, as if he'd struck an anvil instead of a creature's noggin.
Archer EMIYA Pramanix's pagon witchcraft does its work on the giant gorilla, freezing and pinning it in place with giant icicles. The property is also understandably, even more ruined, the damage reaching a point to where the floor above their head is starting to sag a bit with how much infrastructure has been lost.

Good thing that Gilgamesh is a responsible landlord that fixes his newly acquired property.

It goes without saying, but Muramasa's hammer plus a frozen enemy equals very good times for them. Not so much for the gorilla. The familiarized primate basically explodes on impact with the blacksmith's mighty DORYAH, frozen ape shrapnel flying every which way with enough force to embed itself in what remains of the walls.

With it out of the way, the only thing that stands between the group and the Dead Apostle is one basement door.

But is the Dead Apostle still there? Will Muramasa's newly developed weapon prove enough? Will Gilgamesh and Kale ever reach a true agreement about veganism? WILL PRAMANIX STOP FREEZING THE PROPERTY AND DECREASING ITS VALUE?

Find out next time, on Fate/Ball Z!