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Eryl Fairfax	A city built atop and within a large rounded hill at the end of a peninsula shines brightly against the night sky and still sea. Roads dug into the sides of the hill pierce through the mound to link up to the opposite through an intricate network of tunnels. And from the base to the summit are tram tracks for a system of trolleys to carry people about the city.     But tonight, a pair of trolleys are racing down the hill on parallel tracks. Sparks kick up as they take a hard turn, wheels lifting off the tracks before thumping back down. Within, between, above and on the sides of these two cards has been rendered a battleground between the Paradox Archer and Berserker.     "Gods, would you hold still old man?!" Berserker shouts as lighting arcs from her staff, setting chairs alight and conducting through the metal frame as Archer leaps into the air to avoid it and fires a handgun in return. "Ma'am, I'm pretty sure you're way older than I am," he shouts back, drawing as word and stabbing it into the roof to redirect momentum to come through a window and kick Beserker into the adjacent trolley.     There is no sign of Archer's wry Master, nor any sign of Berserker's sardonic one, but they have to be here somewhere. While tracking them down might be enough to bring a swift end to the hostilities, the trolleys need to be stopped before they actually detail and potentially take innocent lives.
Seifer Almasy	"So," Seifer Almasy says as he walks up onto the trolley tracks, "I'm thinking we're just gonna kill both of 'em. We already got enough allies. More'll just muddy the waters."      He shoulders his gunblade as he talks over his shoulder to his allies - whichever Concord representatives decided to follow the brash young man directly into the street, in the way of the conflict. Seifer doesn't appear to be all that concerned by the oncoming traffic. He doesn't appear to be all that concerned by much. Then again, he is the Main Character. Nothing's gonna happen to him.      "Anybody got any objections?" He asks, raising his hand and pressing his thumb and middle finger together as he levels it at the trolleys. "Yeah? No?"      "Last chance."      And then he snaps his fingers.      An explosion tears open the tracks. It smells of gunpowder and smoke. Seifer rubs his nose as he gestures over his shoulder. "Lancer, Caster, stop that train. Lancer jam the tracks that are left, Caster make some stone or ice or somethin' for a nice, sudden stop. Then we hit 'em hard and fast."      "Any questions?"      Lancer falls out of the sky at Seifer's command. Her spear goes shooting into the trolley tracks, a great big forced stop. The two servants, hurtling forward, probably won't even notice until it's much too late.      Seifer goes running forward. He intends to make full use of this ambush.
Muramasa	A redheaded Japanese teenager walks along the skyline of a large building. He'd come up here via the Fire Escape. Stopping to observe the oncoming trolley from the building's edge, he sucks in a deep breath. And then, he jumps. But rather than splatting against the ground, he is engulfed in particles of dim green light that wash over his whole body, transforming his civillian clothes into ancient samurai armor on his lower body, and an upper body bare from all but a white, floral haori and a single red sleeve worn under it. With his hand on his sword's sheath, he interjects with the clash of Servants by cutting at the air in a battoujutsu of sorts to cover his landing, denting the Trolley's roof. "You'll have to forgive him, but this old man is gonna' cut in, okay?"
Tamamo no Mae	Caster's running right behind Seifer, mirror up and floating around her "Objections? Why would I have objections to your plans, love!" the fox grins widely as eyes scout the area ahead, pondering slightly... left track's blown up ahead so! "Good job, Lancer." she comments, pulling out a few talismans. "Hiyah!"     The air around the talismans get quite chilly before the Caster-Fox launches them, a grin upon her face as they rapidly make way towards the blown up section of track, creating a semicircle of paper upon the ground. "Curse: Frozen Wall!" upon those words, the semicircle of paper erupts into a thick ice wall, the semicircle nature there to try and contain wreckage. Has to keep up the illusion that she's a good fox.     Assuming all goes well, the wall should be nice and set and ready as she keeps up behind her Husband-Master. "Wall is set!" a pause, then a look towards Lancer, "Let's do this. Take out Berserker first, don't need to deal with that! Especially if they have a Tamamo-killer!"
Karian Icefang	Atop one of the buildings in the city, one might spot the occasional glint of a sniper scope. Behind that scope was one of Karian's Wolf Scouts. Deployed with explicit orders to track any and all Servant activities, he spotted to ongoing battle in the trolley's and radio'ed in. "Jarl, Servant activity at these coordinates. Will keep watch until your arrival." He radio's. Not long after, the tell-tale scream of a Thunderhawk's engine's erupt, signalling the arrival of the Space Wolves. "Rider, your free to engage onto the enemy servants. Your call on the target, but ensure no civilian or collateral damage if possible. Show them all what you can do." He instructs aloud. As for Karian himself? He remained aboard the Thunderhawk, waiting for it to get closer. "Scouts, hunt for the enemy Servant masters. We might need the leverage." He orders, mind already working should some more...cunning methods be needed.
Touta Konoe	More news comes in about the Paradox Grail War and with it, he knows the race is off. "Sorry Kitty, it's short notice but just hang on!"      With only the briefest explanations about the war, Touta grabs Evangeline before speeding to the city in question using Shundo. It's not the most cushy ride, or most pleasant, but it's quick and efficient and it brings the two of them to the fight without two much issue.      He lowers Kitty after a bit of traversing as he looks at towards the fighting that has already escalated so much.      "Man, this really does feel like a war now. Archer and Berserker, the Concord...Wait is that Shimosa?! What's he doing up there?!"      Touta shakes his head a bit as he tries to get a grip of what he needs to do. The trolleys didn't have anyone in them so for the time being there wasn't any reason for him to intervene. At least not yet.      "Kitty, I promise we'll go as soon as this is over but I gotta make sure if someone's here or not. If you see someone flying around shout it out. And be careful with those Servants, it's gonna get crazy over there."      Without anymore than that Touta continues running about, his eyes glued to the skies rather than to the actual fight that's begun to transpire.
Evangeline McDowell	Evangeline rather unwillingly departs Touta's back and, after walking across the street, promptly steals something. The owner never saw it coming, and would later have a tantrum about how her bicycle with the glittery shiny training wheels and the streaming tassels on the handlebars has gone missing.     First, Evangeline loops her hair into a hasty bun, before it can be eaten by the wheels. Secondly, she gingerly sits down on the pleather seat, for it is uncomfortably hot under the baking sun. Then she's a white-and-glittery-tassels blur, headed down the hill with the kind of reckless abandon typical of people with no bones.     Evangeline has bones citation needed, so there's no explaining the gleeful, fangy grin on her face. It grows each time that she squeezes the bulb and toots the horn.     TOOT TOOT
Priscilla	"I hath heard of worse plans." Priscilla remarks to Seifer. Though it sounds about as aggressive and slightly reckless as his usual, she knows well enough by now that he's perfectly capable in tactically coordinating the normal ranking Concord Partners. It's more or less 'a suggestion' towards her, since she'd essentially delegated command of the operation to her Hand, but she likes the idea enough.     Where the barriers begin setting up, Priscilla hops to the top, balancing on the vertical sheet of ice in complete transparency, watching the oncoming trolleys sparking down the hill without worry. She takes a moment to reinforce the barrier from behind, urging thick, layered, rectangular crystals of frost to crackle up from the ground and creak against the ice wall's rear side, but she remains in wait.     Waiting for the trolleys to crash right into her perch, and for the moment the Servants are off-balance or knocked loose. That's absolutely how she fights.
Stella	Seifer will never be uninteresting to Stella. Especially after it turned out those Royal Knights were lead by a weak, flipfloppy man who have in to fake divine power when he already had real grounded power. This means Seifer is back to being the de-facto knight reference in all of existence by a margin wide enough to warrant observing and following.     And what she's learning, right now, is that he's also a leader. Knights must protect a sorceress, and also, lead their given army. This is important information.     Eventually Seifer even assigns her to come in from the right once the trap is sprung. That seems fine and dandy, until other people spring the trap before Tamamo can.     "Was that planned, Sir Seifer?"     Planned or not, it's probably best not to delay. Stella leaps from her perch to land by the stopped trolleys, coming in from Berserker's right. But she doesn't attack yet. Crystal blades form in her hands from sudden growths, to be ready, but she doesn't lunge in to strike before Seifer and Priscilla do.
Eryl Fairfax	Lancer, clad in a suit, seems pretty awkward and out-of-sorts with the bizarre partnership that is her Master and his wife, but she is dutiful as always. When she is ordered to further damage the tracks, she bows her head. "As you command, Master," she says, before conjuring a weapon to her hand. It's like a large laser spear, but with a blueprint texture, almost like a rare weapon skin from a video game. Using it, she starts stabbing into the tracks, loosening boards, taking off bolts. Ensuring the derailment.     But before the trolleys can arrive at the ambush point, some others dive right in. Sengo drops into the speeding payload, making both Servants stop for a moment to look at him. "Who the hell are you?" "Piss off! We're busy!" But the man attacks, quick-drawing to send blades of wind at Archer. He responds with his own quick-draw from his multi-sheath, cancelling the worst of the winds but getting some deep cuts on his own arm. "Ohohohoho~! Here to help are we? Don't expect a reward for it!"     She assails Archer with a hail of sharp ice, forcing the mad to whirl his blade to try and push them back, but several get through and cut him up. "Two on one huh? That's not fair, there's only two of you!" He whirls, sheathing his sword and drawing his handgun and shotgun both, pressing the latter right up against Sengo's armor, and pointing the former at Berserker before firing both. Berserker takes the shot right to the chest, and it cut deep based on her screams.     But now, the ambush is in sight, and both Paradox Servants see it. "Ah hell," Archer says, before leaping right out a window and coming to a rolling stop on the cobblestones outside. Berserker on the other hand, begins firing a concentrated beam of fire at the ice wall, causing it to start melting. But the damaged tracks buck her, breaking her concentration, and leaving her in the trolley as it impacts against the ice wall. She crawls out from the wreckage, and peers balefully up at Stella. "What do you want?"     By now, Nagi has finally arrived, hovering in the air upon his staff as he surveys the scene. But someone else drops down into the battlefield on great white wings, landing across the tracks from Archer and drawing his sword. "I, Rider, challenge you Archer. Come, face me in honorable combat!" The other man rubs his head as he finds his footing. "Can't hit a girl huh big man? Fine, lets go." Out comes one of his swords, and the two clash upon the now empty tracks, swords meeting and sparks flying.
Seifer Almasy	Somebody else blows the trap.      At first, Seifer is mildly annoyed. Mildly. Not extremely. Seifer is the kind of person whose moods swing more rapidly than his gunblade, and considering how fast his gunblade swings, that's pretty damn fast. His irritation at his cunning plan being disrupted falls away as he recognizes an opportunity.      Seifer continues his run to the right, towards Berserker's car. For an instant, it looks like he's about to fight Berserker, to jump in and get involved in that fray. It looks like he might even be here to help out and help contain the confrontation. He presses his feet against the ground, goes swinging forward, grabs onto the car...      And swings right past both Berserker and Archer, his blade flashing outwards for Rider.      The gunblade triggers, vibrating furiously as he swings in for the stroke. He lands on the other side of Rider and whirls, already moving to snap his fingers for a dizzying explosion right in front of Rider's face. Seifer brings up his gunblade in that absolutely stupid-looking amateurish pose, a wild, wide grin plastered across his face.      "Hey."      "My wife really liked your buddy's fur. She looks super cute in it. So I was thinking, you know what would compliment a fur coat?"      "A nice."      "Feather."      "Shawl."      "You wanna land in the middle of a brawl and declare a one vee one? That ain't how this Holy Grail War shit works. Welcome to the real world, jackass."
Evangeline McDowell	AThe bicycle and its rider narrowly avoided wrapping themselves around an inconveniently-located road construction barrier, dragging multiple black streaks along the paving, up one accessible service ramp, and stopping in front of a sandwich shop full of ducking-and-covering people. The scowl that replaced Evangeline's grin came with a small side of blush, for some inexplicable reason.     "... Nagi..."         "NAGI! YOU IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT!"     A rock is picked up and hastily wrapped by one end of a long reel of CAUTION tape. The piercing screeching continues unabated.         "YOU PROMISED!!"
Tamamo no Mae	Tamamo's annoyed, someone goes in, ruins her Husband's plans and generally messes things up. At least, for a moment she is annoyed at the situation. With the Rider coming in, she grins brightly, picking up on what her Husband's going to do, she's following right behind, and probably taking Lancer with her.     He shoots past Archer and Berserker, Tamamo looks like she's going to throw some talismans in Berserker's face... but she rushes right past the Servants... and sticks a few talismans upon the trollies... "I'm coming, Husband!" a few more talismans slip out of her sleeves and load up into her hand.     The fox trails behind Seifer, but not before launching three more talismans which encircle the gunblade Seifer's wielding, licks of flame come bursting out of the magic holding papers, just waiting upon that sword to get close to the enemy Servant! "HIt hard and true! Or at least get close enough!" Tamamo's triple tails are flicking excitedly at this, "Ah, just like back home!"
Priscilla	A giant fire beam going at the ice barrier makes it less than an ideal place for Priscilla to stand. The random extra with the samurai sword butting in swinging has significantly complicated the tactical plan. At the very least, it was only a short-lived one. There is a whoosh of air and dispersing ice-mist from the very tip of the barrier just a moment before the gigantic blast of elemental fire comes in, easily missed with all that light and heat and noise, as Priscilla leaps high over with a patented FromSoft sippysippy gap-closer boss jump.     She's in the air a while. She hits the apex of her jump as the trolley derails and crashes, starts coming down while it tumbles over and disgorges its impromptu passengers from the wreck, and lands right as Berserker comes crawling out. Specifically, she lands *on* Berserker. She puts all her weight on her heel, coming down hard on the Servant's exposed back. There were probably deadlier things to do with the opening, but magical weapons might alert an archgoddess of magic at the last moment.     Plus, she wants to reveal herself with a foot humiliatingly pressing Berserker into the dirt, even if only for a minute. "Likewise, do not expect to survive. Thine amusement with this age is at its end, witch. Shalt thou accept it with dignity, or continue such an ugly struggle to no use?"
Karian Icefang	With the explosions, Karian instantly recognizes Seifer was on the field. "Oh....I already feel a migraine incoming...Rider, be cautious. He is a surprisingly skilled fighter, despite his amateurish movements." He says, dropping down from the Thunderhawk and landing next to his Servant. A quick motion has his greatsword drawn and ready.
Stella	"Nothing," Stella replies to Berserker. "I am here to battle you. That is how it works, yes?"     Priscilla crashes onto Berserker, or at least tries to. Stella has no need to say anything else, because it isn't a knight's place to speak when the king is speaking.     And Priscilla is the First, so she's the king.     Queen.     Instead of words, she chooses to charge in with her crystal blades, to attempt a double-impale on Berserker's lower body and pin her to the ground, the swords suddenly bursting into more crystal to take root into the ground if they should find their mark.
Muramasa	The Saber of Shimosa used the flat of his sword to knock the barrel away, a plate of his skirt armor being blasted away and leaving grazed bullet marks alongside his thigh and leg. Drawing back his sword with both hands and holding it up to his cheek, perpendicular to the ground, Muramasa smirked gently. "I'm Saber. ... Shimosa's Saber, I guess." A Rider appears, and so does a Caster! Tamamo no Mae, from the sound of her voice -- no, really, that would've probably been his first guess. He felt bad for the instant distaste that bubbles in his chest, but he squashes it to the best of his ability. After all, they were enemies right now.     "Okay, Rider. I'll leave Caster to you, then. Be careful." He swipes in crescent motion, firing another wind-cutter at Archer, twisting his body back into his previous stance before lunging forward, thrusting his sword for Archer's center in the same instant. It was difficult to tell at first, but a rabid killing intent is filling the air, conflicting with the Saber's serene looks and calm, uncouth mouth.
Touta Konoe	And there's the man of the hour. It had taken some time to pin point him all the way up in the air and truthfully it wasn't even him who saw him. Touta had turned his head in the direction of the sound of violent shouting coming from a familiar voice.      "Oh...Guess she saw him first..."      There had definitely been a reason he hadn't told her more about this war and the reason was because of the Ruler Class Servant that had been flying in the air. Touta now getting his sights on Nagi. Without any means to fly on his own Touta's forced to take the long way up as he wall runs up the wall of one of the largest buildings and once reaching an appropriate height leaps off using his Shundo to try to get him as close to Nagi as he can. When that fails to get him the all the way to where he needs, he Shundo's once more! A double jump right from the air as he latches onto Nagi's staff from below as if he were holding on for life...Even if that wasn't the case. Touta looks up to the red-headed Ruler with an awkward grin.      "Hey old man, hope you don't mind me hanging around!" The boy slowly takes it upon himself to lift himself up so that he can attempt to stand up on the staff like Ruler, even if that might mean trying to bump him over a bit. "Listen, I'd be asking you what the hell happened last time, but something more important's come up. I need a favor and you're the only guy who can do it..." He looks Nagi dead in the eye clearing intending to get what he needs from the Ruler Class Servant. Also this conversation should probably be resolved because as per usual Touta's affinity with magic sucks and they may or may not be losing altitude.
Eryl Fairfax	Rider and Archer disengage, the hulking winged figure looking the worse for wear from the exchange. His armour is dinged and his face cut, but he faces the swaggering Seifer and the approaching Caster with a placid expression. "Pardon me for wishing we could have an honorable War. But worry not, I shall honor the rules of engagement even if you do not."     Karian drops down next to his Servant, bringing another smile to his face. "There, we are now eve-" And then Lancer rushes forward to push Karian back, making the shaft of her strange spectral weapon clash with his sword. "I have been ordered to keep you from interfering," she says softly as she tries to keep the soldier away from his Servant's fight.     Meanwhile, Ruler is accosted with a rock! He catches it, and looks down at the source. "Eva? Oh, it's Eva! Hey!" He waves, not a hint of the hesitation he showed Touta previously apparent on his face. "Good to see you! How's school going? Listen, I'd love to catch up, but I gotta keep an eye on this. Stick around, okay?"     But then Touta makes the leap and pulls himself up to ride along with Ruler. "Normally I don't let guys ride with me," he remarks, bringing them both down to stand on a roof so as to not deal with Touta's magic cancel. "But, what's the favor?"     Berserker comes under attack. Priscilla manages to stomp on her, but her serpentine nature extends beyond her lower half frustratingly. She manages to wriggle free almost instantly, bearing a shameful bruise on her back. She takes some cuts from the double stab Stella throws at her, her robes torn as she slithers up a light pole to get some distance. "'Ugly struggle?' No need to be jealous, dears~ Everything I do is elegant and effortless! Ohohohoho~!" She waves her staff and points, not at the First or the crystal golem, but the trolley she was in. The one that Tamamo booby trapped with her talismans. Something ignites from within, and makes the whole thing explode and fly towards the two!     Archer faces off against Sengo, cutting his wind slash from the air again, but not being in time to avoid the stab. He twists so it only goes through his side, but he is impaled for sure. "Guhhh... you're a new face. What's your aim here?" But before Sengo can even answer, Archer has somersault kicked him, aiming to launch him into the air before ripping him apart with gunfire from both his guns.
Evangeline McDowell	Evangeline's thrown rock-lasso arcs through the air and crashes through someone's open window, eliciting two kitty yowls. That hadn't made it even a third of the way up towards Nagi. She stomps her foot and grabs a traffic cone, lifting it up to her face like a loudspeaker.     "HEY YOU JERK! PAY ATTENTION!"
Karian Icefang	Karian smirked back towards Rider, at least until Lancer's weapon causes him to get knocked back. He grimmaces and narrows his eye. "Listen Rider...Do NOT underestimate your enemy. If he's too much for you, don't hesitate to retreat. One battle is not worth failing to bring Him back." He instructs. With a quick motion, he fires off mighty swing with his greatsword, trying to end Lancer in one blow.
Muramasa	Defending against the kick with the flat of his sword and immediately continuing his rigid guard after pushing the Archer away with a series of deflective movements with his sword, he still isn't able to completely nullify the damage. The Saber is shot numerous times, but because of his quick reflexes and skilled fencing, none of his vital organs are damaged. He keeps a smirk on his face, even when he's grimacing and trying desparately not to gag up blood from the gunshot wounds perferating his body. His haori had a handful of holes in it, now. Both his blood, and the blood of his foe, began to turn into vapor on Muramasa's sword. The killing intent in the air intensified, as waves of heat licked around the edge of the blade wildly. It was, in a way, feasting on the crimson life-liquid. "I have to save the people in front of me. That's all." Despite his wounds, Saber moves fluidly. "Trace On!" Green patterns race out from his left arm, appearing on his neck, a patch of his face, and his chest as he performed full-body reinforcement. Even faster than before, he launches a single but incredibly powerful diagnal slash at the Archer to attempt and rend him in two. It was a simple, yet decisive blow to even the playing field. Even if he didn't succeed, he believed that it would wound the enemy at least as badly as he was. Although, he needed to end this soon, this sword was more wild than the others he made. It was getting a little tough to keep it under control.
Touta Konoe	Touta waits as Nagi brings the two of them down. He crosses his arms as he makes the remark about not letting guys ride with him, "Says the guy who literally pulled me out of that mess from last time. But whatever. Look the favor I need is 'her'."      He points over his shoulder with his thumb towards Eva.      "I'll save you the long story but this Eva isn't ours. She's from a different one time-line, one where you never showed up. One where Negi didn't show up. Nagi, she spent nearly 90 years living in Mahora waiting for you." He turns back to look at her messing with the cones to project her voice to the familiar face.      "I asked her if I could help but she said my blood was no good. Something about being too far-removed from you or something. So if that was the case I figure we'd try getting it straight from the source." There's disdain in his voice as he makes that statement. Like he really, really feels guilty about not being able to help.      "If you can at least try to see if you can do something...Please..." His fists tighten slowly as he makes the request.
Stella	An exploding trolley could be a problem for most people! Stella, lacking the means to move fast enough to meaningfully avoid arm, just takes it like she takes everything else. Chunks of metal and flames blast her back, cracking her body and momentarily dispelling the idea she might be people when she doesn't bleed and the colored hues of her exterior (and clothes) are replaxed with the prismatic crystal underneath.     Until it all kind of grows back into place, anyway.     She turns to look at Priscilla.     "I will keep her attention. You are more suited to delivering precise, lethal strikes than I am." And conversely Stella more suited to not die, for the most part!     She rearms herself (with swords, because they got knocked out of her hands when she got exploded), and then dashes for the lamp post Berserker has taken refuge atop of.     She cuts it, to force her down.     And then with a slam of her foot, sends large spikes of crystal bursting out of the ground towards Berserker in an attempt to funnel her movements towards Stella, all the while she tries to slice her open from underneath with her blades.     Is that really a 'Berserker'? She seems very well spoken. And not especially berserk. Maybe it's just a title?
Seifer Almasy	Rider can keep up with him, but that's fine. Seifer would be real disappointed if he couldn't. The Servant talks a big game about the rules of conflict around Seifer's slash, but Seifer's lips just split in a wide grin. "See, that's the thing. The rules of engagement go right out the window when you're in a situation like this. Honor's great, but there's times for honor, an' then there's shit like this."      Rider reaches for him. Seifer gets caught by the collar and hurled at Caster. She's soft. She can stop his fall.      He rolls off of her and springs forward. He's not giving Rider a chance, nor an inch. Despite his ridiculous stance and his idiotic-looking weapon, it's clear to everyone involved that Seifer is not an amateur. He's fighting *against* what his sword is meant for, against what his stance is meant for, and against the whole concept of a sword stance, and...he's not just making it work, he's making it *sublime*. His blade dances in his hand like there's sweet jazz playing. When Rider tries to link up with Karian, Seifer's already there, slashing at the weak points, cutting, carving, stabbing, thrusting. There's no quarter given, not a one. He's not just fighting to kill Rider.      He's fighting to *push Rider back*.      Moreover, he's fighting like he's perfectly aware of what's going on behind him. Like he's got eyes in the back of his head. No debris, no fallout from the train, nothing gets in his way as he presses and trades blows. Seifer's skill is beyond human - it's straight into supernal realms.      All that from a stupid-looking stance and a stupid-looking blade.
Priscilla	"Clinging on to life long after thine time has by all rights cometh is elegant for no one." says Priscilla, as the freaky snake goddess slips out from under her in a heartbeat. Priscilla reaches as if to grip a weapon at her back, leaning slightly as the staff points out, gets one syllable into "Miss-" and then the whole trolley detonates behind her, flames rushing in to swallow her up before she can even add "-ed".     Priscilla disappears in the fireball. This is at first sensible, because the fireball was massive and something that bright and huge would drown out just about anyone. It's sensible for a little while longer, as it takes the smoke to clear. It no longer makes any sense when it wisps away, revealing no burnt and battered crossbreed, nor a body, and frankly that much heat wouldn't leave any blood behind either. There's no way she dodged it, but also no way to verify its effect if it didn't KO her on the spot.     There is an earthen tap at Berserker's back. A moment of dread chill. A split second breeze of deep, dark, cold. A singing slash of air. Something vast and and voracious and impenetrably dark just out of sight.     One possibility is a blade kisses her back and runs its ragged, icy slash all the way from shoulder to hip. Another is a narrow dodge, feeling the air whip by, and a split second later, frigid needles stab into the heart and the caress of teeth in the veins, gushing blood without a wound.
Tamamo no Mae	The talismans work around the blade, exploding once they're near the target, and Tamamo's already on her way of prepping more talismans to throw at the winged Rider-class servant. "There are no rules of engagement here in this war, Rider!" she chastizes, "And honestly, this fox has no honor either except to her Husband and her Master, which is unfortunate for you because I want my husband to win!"     All that boasting, however, gets Seifer thrown at her. Until death do us part, right? She's bowled over by the Knight, taking the impact hard, a loud yell as she bends a tail the wrong way... not to mention the debris from the train she boobytrapped exploding smacking her.     But hey, at least Seifer's okay, right? Servant's doing what Servant's do best, protecting their Masters.     This, however, has the downside of making Tamamo quite a bit angry! Talismans encircle her mirror as she points it directly at the Rider-class. "MIkon!" she shouts as fireballs and ice shards machine-gun out of her mirror towards the Rider, coupling this with moving towards and to the side, trying to aim towards the wings to ground him hopefully! "As much as I love my Husband, don't throw him at me like that!"
Eryl Fairfax	Ruler listens intently to Touta, trying his best to ignore Eva shouting at him until he eventually snaps and yells back. "SHADDUP! We're talking about you!" He then returns his attention to Touta and begins to reply. "Well, if she's from another world, then technically /I/ didn't do anything to her. That was another me!" He laughs at his own little joke, before getting serious. "Listen kid. 'Dark Evangel' is not a title they give to old women who sit on their porch and give cookies to passing kids. Unless they then throw said kids into their oven. She's done a lot of things, killed a lot of people. Unless I have a guarantee that she won't proceed to do such things again, I won't lift a finger. Can you promise me you'll keep her out of trouble? Can you prevent her from getting into trouble? If you think you can-and yeah, really think on that-then sure."     Lancer brings her weapon up to slap against Karian's, sending his swing wide and keeping herself safe. "I won't try to kill you sir. But I've been ordered not to allow you to kill me." She begins whirling her weapon about her form, creating a hard to pass barrier as she slowly advances on Karian. Either he gets cut up, or he backs up.     "/Save/ people?! Buddy, I wasn't the one who caused all that! It was all her, in trying to kill me! Where's my saving?!" He draws a second sword and swings them both against Sengo's slash. It's a defence, but not the best one, as a massive cut opens up across his front. But he's still standing, and sheaths both blades before blasting towards Sengo with incredible speed and a glint in his eye. Immediately, he's behind the samurai, sheathing his three swords once more, having slashed with all three in passing in but a single moment.     Rider's eyes are widening as he fights with Seifer. He clashes with the young man as he intercepts Rider's path, sword meeting with gunblade. His stance is ridiculous, his swings wild, but he's keeping up with the Emperor's son, the seasoned soldier. "As unconventional as you may be, you are certainly impressive, lad." he says, flapping his wings to disengage. Seifer has successfully kept them apart. He turns, in time to see Tamamo pepper him with fire and ice. His armor bears the brunt, be he goes sliding back. "And you consort with non-humans, I see..." He looks up to the sky and laughs. "It does my heart good to know that not all humans have become utterly close-minded." With another mighty flap, he takes to the skies, flying up into the moonlight... before pivoting in midair and coming down on both of them, with steel and bulk both, aiming to crush or slice them both into the cobbled ground!     Berserker is laughing as the trolley goes up in flames. "I may have died once, but now you are dead! Corpses don't get to have ugly opinions sweeties~" But it seems that Stella has survived, inspiriing the snake woman to roll her eyes. But then, a tremendously cold presence springs up from behind her, and Berserker leaps from the pole just as Priscilla swings and Stella cuts it down. "Miss-" she begins, before her back opens and showers the area in her blood. She screams, writhing through the maze that Stella has set up and allowing her to slice her open as well. In frenzied pain, she yells out, "GRIFF GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!" as she raises her staff and fills the air with indiscriminate lightning.
Stella	Lightning absolutely everywhere!     That's starting to look more Berserker-y.     Bolts of electricity slam into Stella one by one - cracks of thunder announce chunks of her body being blasted off, an arm, half of her ribs, her ponytail. She stands her ground against the assault, her crystaline body working to regenerate the damage as quickly as it's inflicted, crystal growths bursting from the 'wounds' to reform her body only to get blasted off again.     But it's a distraction.     As this happens, as Stella attempts to keep Berserker's attention, the large crystals hurled about reflect the lightshow off their surfaces, like a scattered hall of mirrors. They spark and energize, before lightning shoots out of them as well. The same color, the same intensity - or just about. Weaker, by some measure.     But no less threatening, if only from the element of surprise and the fact it isn't a lightning field, but a dozen lightning bolts aimed at Berserker from different directions, converging on a single point (her upper body).     Hopefully that ends up giving her long enough to (literally) put herself back together, too.
Muramasa	Saber is attacked three times in an instant. But, only one finds purchase, tearing a deep cut into his side. The other two had been parried, one by a windblade, and the second by the sword itself as he continued his slash into a parrying motion. A fresh spray of blood leaves his body, eliciting a spasm from his body. " .... even so, bringing a quick end to the fighting is the best course of action." The pseudo-servant straightens his posture. He was now back to back with the gun-and-sword wielder, and held his own blade up, looking over his shoulder. The killing intent of the cursed sword began to immediately disappear, dispersing the red vapor with the edge turning clear. So clear it began to reflect rays of light. The evil prescence his will struggled to push back was dispelled, even if only for a little while. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a little shame. After all, despite trying to put his own twist on a curved sword, it was still closer to a forgerie than a true work. Maybe that's why it's lifespan would be so short. "The lives of servants ... they're kind of like dreams, yeah? We're already expired. It could be seen as a miracle that we're here now, but ... what's the use in a miracle like that if all it's used for is to take life? This Holy Grail War has to be stopped. That's why .... but, if you don't die, I won't be unhappy either ... " The bright blue sheen shimmers as Muramasa does a full two turns with his slash, sending a wave of explosive moonlight roaring towards Archer.
Seifer Almasy	"You know why that is?!" Seifer demands as he pushes back against the massive superhuman, ducking, weaving, and parrying aside blows that should tear apart that fragile-looking blade of his, "It's 'cause I got a ROMANTIC DREAM, motherfucker!"      "I'm Seifer Almasy! The Fox Knight! King of the Moon! So you better listen up, 'cause this is the dream that's gonna kill you!"      Sanguinus takes to the skies. Seifer takes a stance. Sanguinus comes plowing into the ground, an explosion of dust and rubble shooting outwards. For a moment it looks like Seifer's been crushed.      But no. Seifer's not just fine - he's ten feet back when the dust settles. Around him are falling brown and silver ribbons, wafting gently downwards.      Those aren't ribbons. They're the debris that was shot at him.      *He cut them into slices thin enough to float*.      He's completely unscathed.      The gunblade spins once in his hand as he walks forward. "My romantic dream is to be the knight my sorceress relies on till the end of time! I'll fight everybody I have to to make that happen - I don't care who you are, what you are, or how big you think you are! My name is gonna be carved into the universe itself! I'll join that Throne of Heroes thing and spend the rest of eternity protecting my sorceress, no matter what!"      "You got that?! You're losin' to me because I got a dream, an' all you got is a cause! A cause might rally you to fight..."      "BUT A DREAM GIVES YOU PASSION TO WIN! GREG!"      Seifer lunges forward as the grey shadow emerges from behind him. It's multi-armed, in flowing red silk, with terrible white eyes and a white tuft of hair peeking up from its cowl. Weapons rattle silently on its back as it reaches forward, dragging blue energy out of Rider and into its own hands. The grey shadow presses the energy into one ball, which it thrusts into Seifer's hand.      Seifer races up towards Rider. His hand smashes the blue ball into his gunblade. "Let's see what you had worth stealing!"                                CRISIS LEVEL 1                                                           BLOOD-WING FESTIVAL                                    Seifer's back erupts into silvery wings. No, they aren't wings. They're not connected to his back. They're floating apart from it, *shaped* like wings but not connected, and not feathers at all.      They're gunblades.      They're not Hyperion, but they are gunblades, fanning out around Seifer's back like great angel wings.      Seifer darts in, slashing with Hyperion. With each slash, his gunblade wings go shooting out, flapping like real wings - but flapping not to fly, but to cut, to make it harder and harder for Sanguinus to escape or parry. Either he faces the wings and their destructive force, or he faces Seifer's blade directly. Either way, Seifer intends to corner him, cut him off, and cut him down.      "And by the way, asshole!" Seifer yells over the sound of vibrating blades and metal on metal, "That's my wife you're talkin' about!"
Tamamo no Mae	"It does my heart good it meets your approval, but." Tamamo takes a deep breath as more talismans drop to her hands from her sleeves. "He consorts with a goddess and a queen!" two of Tamamo's tails twitch rapidly and she starts to chant something, kissing her ring gently, "Moon Cell, grant me your power." she starts, raising her ring hand to the sky, towards the Moon. It might not be her moon but it'll be close enough, the Moon Cell will answer. At least, it would if something wasn't barreling her way.     Tamamo takes on a stance, holding her ground as she faces down the one trying to exterminate her. Her posture almost literally says 'bring it' to the Rider, bracing herself tightly for the impact to come and it does! It barrels right into her, steel and bulk crash into the Caster-class and lays her low into the ground, creating a good sized divot into the *insert ground type here*.     The fox, however, is down but not out... and slowly, once she's cleared of the Rider, rises out of the hole in a new type of dress, her Moon Crux outfit and she declares: "I am the Caster Class Servant of the Moon Cell. Loyal Wife to my loving Knight. You are a but a stepping stone to my Husband's path to greatness!"     Tamamo's Mirror floats in front of her as images of Torii Gates start popping up.     "God who resides in Izumo.     Aesthetically certain,     Breath of the soul.     Residing in the mountains and watery heavens, Amaterasu.     Let this freely become the proof of purification.     Thy name is Weighted Stone of Tamamo.     Become the sacred treasure, Mirror of Uka!     Just kidding~"     As the chant rises, Tamamo floats up into the air, eight talismans surround her in a vertical ring, the Mirror of Uka floats perfectly in front of her as the talismans spin around and around, taking on energy. They explode out into four balls of fire and ice and shortly after she finishes her chant, the fly out, all aimed towards the Rider-class Servant, in hopes to detonate him and erase him from existance!
Karian Icefang	Karian curses as his strike is deflected so easily, and once more he is sent back. But his eye quickly looks towards Rider, and a rage all too inhuman fills his being. It was the beast, the monster within. It was clawing, begging, pleading to get free. "Rider...Remember my words. Pull back if you must. Your Father will not be returned if you fall here..." He then looks towards Lancer with PURE hatred. "...But you...YOU will!" He growls out, launching at the Servant with the hate only a Space Wolf could muster.
Priscilla	Empty space releases a long exhalation, turning pale blue-white and dissipating into fine glitter. The broken pole flexes, and then goes still. Lightning falls from the sky right after, and any sound of footsteps or swishing movement are completely lost in the din of roaring thunder and exploding cobble. Forks of electricity from two different bolts reach out like grasping fingers, diverging and crawling across an invisible surface, and then sparking into nothing as something skirts the bolts.     "How is it then? To bleed as a ghost." Priscilla says from . . . not there. Left? "If thou hast died once, thou shoulst knoweth how it goes. Fear not the dark to which thou belongeth." Wait, right this time.     A wall of winter storm hits Berserker head on, sudden and fierce and shrieking with painted cold. Snow and ice driven by pounding wind drown out sound with their wailing and close visibility off with thick sheets of swirling white. There is just the briefest crackle of ice and shifting of stone directly behind Berserker, yet at the very last split second, she is *somehow* attacked from directly in front, boldly striking her in the center of her view the moment she'd expect a second rear attack. Twin slashes peel through the grip of the tiny blizzard, leaving dancing flakes burning up into sparks of blue light in their wake.     The bleeding continues to worsen. It wasn't a one-time thing. The feeling of teeth and nails and stings and broken glass is excruciating, and only seems to spread, like a poison, leaving behind dead, life-sapping cold.
Touta Konoe	"I know that. I know what she's done..." He stays quiet for a moment recalling when he watched her in the past killing before his very eyes. He remember the image she left in his mind. A mountain of corpses with her at the top. "I know that she's done bad things, horrible things... Things that can't probably ever be forgiven. She's probably killed more people than all of these Holy Grail Wars combined over the years. But... she's more than the 'Dark Evangel'! Without telling anyone she's been alone and suffering even before you sealed her! That's why I want her to know that she, no...Both of them, that they don't have to go on living thinking they shouldn't. I want to be able to tell them that it's okay for them to live, that even after everything they've done there are still people who want them both in their lives..."      It was at this point, amongst all the madness and fighting below that Touta finds himself able to still smile to shadow of his ancestor as he placed his hands behind his back. "And you don't have to worry about me promising to keep her out of trouble. I had decided way before seeing you that I was gonna look out for Yukihime for the rest of eternity."      With that Touta steps forward towards Nagi with that same smile, his eyes saying that he meant all that he said, and was resolved to follow through with it. "So, how about it Ruler? Think that the Thousand Master, Nagi Springfield is a great enough Servant to grant my wish without the Holy Grail?"
Eryl Fairfax	Stella regrows and reconfigures, crystals becoming refractory as the lightning arcs about. It all begins to converge on Berserker, but she reaches a hand out and catches the deflected bolts in her palm. "STUPID CREATURE! You think you can hurt me with my own magic?!" While she might be lucid enough to remember to defend herself, she's still angry enough to focus on one target and forget the other. Priscilla strikes her with frigid cold as Berserker hurls the collected bolts at Stella again. The snake woman begins to frost over, leaning on her staff for support...     As a motorbiike ramps the exploded trolley and flies at Priscilla, rode upon by Berserker's master, Griff! "Get off her!" he shouts at the First, before pulling up beside his Servant and attempting to hoist her onto his ride.     Archer takes the wave of moonlight hard, sent flying back to crash into a building and slump. He gets his knee under him and tries to get up, but it's taking a while. A fatal blow could be applied at any moment. But from the distance, a gunshot portends a bullet flying at Sengo's throat. In a distant bell tower is Misha, Archer's master with his rifle in his hands. Archer hears the shot, and finds the strength to leap up upon the roof of the building and try to get down the hill and escape.     Rider is lit up. He faces against Seifer's almighty barrage of gunblades as best he can, deflecting some, but most scoring and cracking his armor. He staggers back, breathing hard when Tamamo blasts him with fire and ice both. He is caught in the conflagration entirely, with no defence. When it clears, though his wings remain pure white, his broken armour reveals his battered form. The order to retreat is given from Karian, and he manages a single nod. "You two are excellent opponents... but not the type to respect my retreat. This I can tell. These next few moments shall be crucial... should I fail? Good luck to you both." He lunges at Tamamo first, hand curled into a fist that he aims to sink into her stomach with enough force to lift her off her feet, an exhausting blow on an exhausted figure. Next, he aims a fierce thrust at Seifer, the kind that blocking means being knocked back. His wings fully extend, and Rider attempts to flee the battle.     Lancer pushes against Karian's assault, but is knocked back. She staggers, and takes a moment to recompose before her weapon reconfigures, the lance becoming a scythe. "I have also been ordered not to die. So I cannot." She swings the unusual weapon, aiming to hook the blade behind Karian and then yank the weapon forward to slice his back open!     "Flattery will get you everywhere kid," Ruler says with a laugh, looking at the honest, determined expression upon his descendant's face. "You really mean it, huh?" He takes his eyes off the battle for a moment and looks to the sky. "... I'll think on it. The rules apply to me as well. 'No interfering' and all that."
Karian Icefang	Karian grits his teeth as he's cut into by the scythe. "Then you had best run now." He says, suddenly in a state of perfect calm. His glare at the Lancer would show a still burning flame in his eye, but it would also show a controlled hatred now. That massive greatsword is whipped around as if it weighed no more then a feather, and aimed right at the chest of the enemy Servant.
Muramasa	.... this outcome was alright too, he thought to himself, ready to sheath his sword. As far as he was concerned, it was over. He just had to help clean up the rest of the fighting and secure the area, preventing as many casualties as possible. It was something he could feel satisfied in. Unfortunately, in this moment his guard was down, he wasn't quick enough to stop a hole being blasted into his throat, leading to a surge of blood coming out of both wound and mouth. The Saber topples down into the night-time abyss, with a resounding wet thump. In the moment it'd take to confirm the kill and take aim again, the body disappeared, leaving behind only a bloodstain and associated smears. While he could have died, it seems more likely given the fortitude of most Servants that he managed to crawl away, somewhere.
Seifer Almasy	Seifer gives no quarter. Tamamo goes down. Seifer doesn't pause. Rider smashes into him, wings full-front, power-armored fist hard enough to break bone. Seifer doesn't even try to block. He takes the blow full force, pushing through the punch. He's willing to throw his own safety to the wind to bring Rider down. Rider is 100% right - Seifer absolutely won't respect his retreat. As he feels his bones and muscles strain from the force of that blow, Seifer just does what he always does.      He just keeps going on the assumption that everything will be alright.      He's the main character. He's the hero. He's going to win. He's going to win and he's going to earn that knighthood.      This is the first step. This is the first step to his romantic dream. When he kills this guy, when he finishes off a Servant, that's the start. That's the start of his future in the Grail Wars. That's the start of his future in the Throne of Heroes. That will make him stand out. That will make him exceptional.      Not the circumstances of his birth. Not inherent skill. Not inborn genius.      The raw, unbelievable grit to keep going when the whole world tells him he can't.      Sanguinus tries to take off. Seifer simply won't let him. His gunblade wings flap, not at Sanguinus, but downwards. The sheer force of the blades going off, combined with Seifer's own superhuman strength, sends him flying upwards. He grips his gunblade with both hands.      "You're dead."      "I win."
Tamamo no Mae	Tamamo stands there, breathing heavily, her hand is on her knee as she's bent over, exhausted... the toll on her Master might be noticable too but the fact she expended everything to literally /nuke/ the Rider-class... and he's still standing... causes her to do a surprised Mikon... she expected him to die, not break his armor, but an armorless being is better than an armored one.     When she's complimented by the enemy servant, she gives a brief nod and a bit of a bow, from how she's right now, "Respect... where it's due, Rider." a pause, "But if I respected every retreat call... I wouldn't be the woman I am today." she straightens herself up some, the fox in obvious pain, as she moves to brace herself. She knows she can't dodge what's coming next, but might as well mitigate what she can.     She watches him, that fist... it connects hard and lifts her up and into the air, her eyes go wide at the impact and she sputters out a huge exhalation of air and the word "Seifer", and she smashes right into the ground thanks to the unfortunate effect that is gravity. Dust and debris fly up from her landing part and she's unconcious... she doesn't spiritually fade out though...
Stella	Stella eats the full force of two entire lightning fields in one nasty bolt. It is extremely, extremely awful, and the amount of magical power at play essentially shreds her body in half, sending shards of crystal in every direction.     With half of her face, an arm, and most of her torso and some of her legs missing, she doesn't look like she should be able to stand, much less walk; she's essentially holding together by the barest strands of crystal, like a skeleton.     Yet her body is already starting to piece itself together. She makes for Berserker, seemingly stunned by the frost for a moment, and a jagged, spiked sword bursts out of her only remaining hand.     "I am not a creature. I am a knight."     She's planning to run the sword through Berserker, and then kick her regeneration into overdrive to have both her body and the sword explode outward into an awful mess of jagged crystal hooks. It should make it a lot harder to defend from whatever Priscilla can bring to the table next, while being quite painful.
Touta Konoe	"Pfft, man I still can't believe you and Negi are related when I hear you talk. But yeah, I do." When he says he'll think on it though, Touta's eyes look back to the fighting. The fight was slowly coming to an end it seemed yet as he looked on it he couldn't help but feel a bit of concern.      "Well, whatever you decide I'll give you a fair warning still. I still plan on finding out what the Hell you're doing with all those weird 'glitches'. Just cause you're doing me a solid doesn't mean I'm gonna ignore something that crazy..." It's at this point as things actually do settle down amongst those fighting, as Rider goes down that he looks back up to Nagi. More than likely the Concord would eventually press their advantage and start going for Ruler before the war concluded. If that was the case, if they tried taking him down before he could help Evangeline...      "Hey, whatever you end up doing...Just make sure that you don't disappear before doing it."      It was probably a bit rude for him to say after what he just asked, but as great as Nagi was, his track record for keeping agreements were...Well, look at Eva's situation. If he said he would do something whether it was 'help' or 'tell them he wouldn't' he just wanted to get an answer before things escalated further. "I'll do everything I can to help Eva, but I still know my limits and I know the Concord too. I couldn't stop them all if they threw everything they had at you, and even if I did I still have friends among them I'd rather not fight."
Priscilla	Just as Archer's battle is interrupted by his own Master, so is Berserker's by hers. It only makes sense that their Masters would at least be observing nearby. Priscilla had almost forgotten about standard Grail War operating procedure, given how often they tend to go off the rails, and exceptional Masters like Seifer. The motorbike comes screeching off the ramp, blindsiding her from the position where she'd just attacked the snake goddess, giving herself away for just that moment. A ridiculously bold move, even for a Magus coming to save his Servant.     The front wheel crashes into something and spins hard enough to throwing up smoke of burning rubber. Priscilla flashes into existence, forearm raised over her face and covered in bruising tire burns, joining the scorched marks of stray lightning. She hisses and turns aside as the bike comes crashing down, dress swirling along with her as she almost dances aside. Almost too fast, too late, to see, the wicked black scythe of eroded organic metal sweeps out from behind her, straight into the bike's path, the pale silver exposed at its razor edge before the Master's neck.     "Thou didst better to stand back, as so weak a creature shouldst." says Priscilla, in a moment of apathetic, frigid calm. The scythe stroke follows through, aimed to catch him by the throat and take his head off without a second thought, drenching Berserker in his blood as well as her own.     When Stella's crystal spikes explode into the goddess, pinning her down for that crucial moment, Priscilla adroitly flips the direction of the blade back, flicking the woman's crimson lifeblood across the cobblestones. She steps forward, and a spiderweb of frost races out from under her feet, like cracks on a thin pane of glass she had nearly broken, suspended over known to no one, and making just of ominous a sound. She exhales again, clouding ghostly white, and takes in a long, deep, focused breath. Her silhouette, for an instant, flickers with black static, like ink-dark snow; bloodthirsty insects; pitch black embers.     She lunges forward. She crosses the bike, Berserker, and the tracks, as a flickering white phantom, trailing a piercing rush of snow and a streak of unsettling, liquid blue-blackness. That terrible presence follows along with her, invisible to the senses, yet all but palpable as a sense of instinctive, primordial crisis; the feeling of prey caught in the gaze of a predator it no longer remembered it had, following along with her blade like a hunting creature.
Eryl Fairfax	Rider ascends. Seifer pursues. There is the flash of a gunblade, the resounding ring and bang as it connects.     And Rider begins to fall.     He exhales, his sword falling from his grip. "Death, again," he says, meeting Karian's eyes as he falls to earth. He's not upset though. He smiles with all the grace of the angels he resembles. "Fret not, Master. We gave it our all. 'tis better to fall in the face of a zealous foe whom could have been a friend than the forces of Chaos." His form begins to dissolve into white feathers. "Do not falter, but do not exhaust yourself either. The Imperium of Man demands much of you. But the Emperor only wants the best for his children. Ask yourself this, as one who has met his son; which of the two will you follow?"     And then he's gone.     Griff attempts to get away with Berserker. But crystals erupting from the ground skewer the wheels of his bike, intercepting his escape. "Griff-" Berserker begins, before beign embraced by the Lifehunt. Blood issues from every orifice, and she falls from the vehicle, prompting the bard to leap from the bike and catch her. "Aw hell no, stay with me Deis," he says, trying to wipe it all away. She reaches up and touches his face. "Hahah... you're not as cute when you're not trying to be cool..." she murmurs. There's a last pulse of magic from her form as she touches his chest, but that final spurt of mana is everything she had left in the tank. She dissolves into nothing, leaving Griff to pound the ground with his fists, choking sobs ripping from his throat.     Ruler doesn't seem to be listening to Touta now. Only at the end does he say, "Don't worry about me kid." He drops to the street and walks past Lancer helping Tamamo to her feet. Walking up to Seifer, he pats him on the shoulder. "Good show kid, really. Taking a Servant down in one run is no mean feat. But, you broke the rules. 'Only a Servant can kill another Servant.' If I see you fighting anyone in this war, you'll have to deal with me as well."     He turns, his whole body tense. The entire time it takes him to call his staff and ride away, he's waiting for Seifer to try and attack him. And if he does, Nagi, who is not tired from battle, will back fist him into a wall.
Seifer Almasy	Seifer doesn't swing at Nagi. He's got broken ribs. Instead, he's just grinning wildly. His eyes are as wild as his breathing is labored.      "Oh I'm fucking counting on it. You saw that death? That dignified, manly death?"      "You're not getting that." Seifer's grin widens even further, like a demon's rictus-smile. "That guy was a hero. You're a piece of shit and I'm gonna make you die like the bitch you are."
Karian Icefang	Karian simply watches as Rider...As Sanguinius falls. Something inside of the Wolf Lord breaks at that exact moment. The fire in his eye is gone, replaced with something strange to him. Grief, sorrow, and anguish. Three things he was COMPLETELY unprepared for. He failed, not just in his goal, he failed the Primarch, the Emperor, the ENTIRE IMPERIUM! It was his fault they would never know peace, that aliens would continue to be scrutinized and hated. "You have won." He says simply, turning to leave. Though it is then that Sanguinius speaks, and while it may have been meant in kindness, instead it strikes like a knife into the Wolf Lord's heart. He falls silent and keeps walking on, something inside him broken.
Priscilla	Priscilla is far less passionate in her victory than Seifer is. While the hotblooded young man delivers his final blow and then gives Karian his stirring tirade about his romantic dream, Priscilla only lets her steadying breath slip away from her, holding her posture for just a moment, and then slowly lowering her scythe. She'd like to smile at Seifer. She even tells him that it is best that Rider die by his hand, and fall as a hero in a battle of swords, for what the alternative would be. Being so consciously aware of the massive gulf in age --in the object of their passions-- between them though, causes the satisfied grin to die on her lips before it begins.     She steps over to the sobbing Magus. The flat of the scythe goes beneath his chin, radiating cold fit to freeze his tears, tilting his face up into the impassive, slit-pupiled eyes of the huntress, having claimed another powerful life. "I couldst hath thee killed, for assaulting mineself with that vehicle. An attack upon the First of the Concord is not to be taken lightly." she says. "What say thee to that?"     Her stare lingers on him, patiently awaiting his answer, but she does remember to add sidelong "Satisfactory work, Lady Stella. Thine efforts art appreciated. Gather up the others, and see to Lady no Mae's wounds."
Tamamo no Mae	Tamamo comes to, even if it's briefly. She's being hefted by Lancer, "Thank you." she whispers to her Master's servant, before draping herself on her Master. "I... knew that." she whispers, shaking her head and sighing, "Seifer, love... my body hurts all over. C... can we go home now and relax?" a pause, "You owe me." there's a pause, she looks to Ruler. "Pardon my Husband... he's excited." a pause again, "Nnngh, that hurts... so much. WHo was he?"
Seifer Almasy	Seifer shoulders his wife and gives a thumbs-up to Priscilla. "I owe you," he agrees quietly and fondly, "You did a good job, fox. You did a great job."      "You, too, Lancer. Good work. Couldn't've asked for more."      "Well, I could've, but only 'cause I was asking myself for more too."      Seifer gives Nagi one last middle finger as the Concord gathers itself up and prepares to part. Just, you know. For emphasis.      "I'm gonna kill that guy," he says, clearly pleased with himself, "I'm gonna kill the *hell* out of that guy."
Stella	Stella doesn't interfere when Priscilla confronts of fallen Berserker's master, standing there half-demolished and still rebuilding herself. When addressed directly, she turns the half of her head towards Priscilla, and nods.     "Understood."     No delays, no fussing. She makes for Tamamo and the others, to assist them however she can. Which will have very little to do with tending to wounds, because Stella couldn't nurse a bird with a broken wing, much less a -person- or a ghost, but she can make sure nothing else happens to them. As soon as she has her body whole again, which should be shortly.