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Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo's shift finally ends, "I look forward to the next day!" she calls out to her boss. Her outfit pops back into her standard outfit, taking her time in this Japan. "Mmm, one day... one day they will.." she shakes her head as she starts walking with purpose. She mutters something over her radio, "My shift ended. Let's go have some fun." in a teasing, content tone.

    The target's in view, a government library chock full of magical texts and other goodies. "I'll get that TV and Sake later, those are easy.." she mmms, taking a look at the building before leaning up against a small statue, waiting for a couple people.
Theurgus     Theurgus might stick out like a sore thumb in a relatively mundane world. White labcoat/dress thing, pointy witch hat with gears built into it, slightly unhinged expression in blue eyes, and bright blue hair.

    She gives a wave to Tamamo as she approaches. "My apologies for my lateness. Grimoire wanted me to do paperwork." she smiles serenely. "I delegated it to Arcana... she needs to learn how it's done sooner or later."
Muramasa Dressed in a modern outfit, Saber couldn't help but feel both familiar and uncomfortable. It was strange. Of course, he knew these were 'his' clothes, but they didn't feel right on him. The jeans were snug, and the white shirt with blue sleeves was comfortably form fitting. He couldn't describe it as anything but being a fish out of water.

That went for modern day Japan, too. It was one thing to possess those vague recollections but it was another entirely to experience it first-hand. It's like reading about the beauty of nature or the horrors of war versus living through it. At times, he felt amazed, and at times, he felt irritated.

Well, even if everything looked the same in the big city, and even if he wanted to tear down a lot of it and rebuild it with some proper Japanese spirit to show, he was happy with how this modern Japan turned out. It set some part of him at ease, he felt.

    "A library, hm. Interesting."

He stands with his back to the statue, admiring the building's front. It didn't look so bad.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer Almasy is kinda just here.

     But he's the *vigorous* kind of just here. He's the kind of just here where he doesn't personally have any stake in the matter, but by God, is he going to do the best he possibly can, just to show off - not just to his wife but Literally Everybody. Seifer Almasy is Kind Of A Big Deal and he knows it. He just needs everybody else to know it so he can write himself into the Throne of Heroes. That's a goal worth pursuing.

     He's got his Gunblade Knight Swagger as he follows Tamamo in. Hyperion is slung over his shoulder, long and slender and stupidly impractical, a hilt like a semi-auto and a blade like a rapier. His white coat flows around him as he walks, slightly behind her, his semi-permanent scowl on his square-jawed face. He's every image of the JRPG heroic ideal, the hot-blooded Protagonist of his own adventure.

     "Alright, let's get this show on the road, huh? You guys smash and grab. I'll run stall. All told we should be done with this in ten minutes."
Yomi Isayama Although there isn't much in the way of visual security systems at the library, most of the important sites owned by the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasure Division are under psychic surveillance from a secret observatory hidden in the mountains. And when they are able to feel something amiss on a spiritual scale, but are unable to tell exactly what it is, Yomi Isayama is the one who gets a call. Not only is she the Agency's top exorcist, she's also the one with the most experience with things of the multiverse. Though she really has no idea why anyone from another world would be poking around one of the libraries here.

A few blocks away from the library, Yomi pulls her scooter in to park it between two cars. It's late enough that the owners probably won't need the space to move it for a while anyway. She takes a moment to smooth out her uniform skirt and grabs the carry bag for her sword before taking off down the sidewalk, muttering under her breath, "Maybe it's just some lost visitor. That's all. And I can clear them before the PDCH finds out anything is going on."
Tamamo no Mae     There was a twitch of her ears. "Mmhmm. Theurgus. There should be a wing for what you're needing in there. Don't mind anyone, we're going to have few trying to stop us but..." she gives a shrug, "Thank you, my lovely husband." she leans, gives a small smooch on the cheek and then starts making her way towards the Library. "Just don't get yourself hurt." Though, it doesn't take too long to get in. "Hmm, there's not much security here." she mutters, shrugging, "Well, Theurgus. While Seifer's covering our backs, go ahead and take what you want. I'm sure you can find /everything/ you want relating to magic here."

    There's a pause and she smiles, "There's a few things I'd like to get as well so, go on, enjoy. I believe our brains could both use the knowledge here." There's a happy little noise from the fox as she pats Theurgus' back and she bolts off, "Let's go!"
Muramasa Frowning, his hand falls from the back of his head. "Hm? Isn't that.."

Ah, he remembered now. It felt like it was quite some time ago, but he'd seen that man before. Of course, he knew who his Caster was, now, but he'd certainly encountered them once before. It had been a tricky situation, as he'd intervened in the affairs of another Grail War. What could they be doing here..?

After a moment, he began to trail after the group. It was just a hunch, call it the grandfatherly instinct of knowing when a bunch of kids are up to no good.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer's perpetual scowl turns to a slight grin as Tamamo kisses him, but he doesn't say much else. He's content to follow behind until trouble shows up, properly.
Theurgus     Theurgus nods to Tamamo. "I don't need everything, only the geomantic volume." she says rather simply. "All things in moderation, my dear Caster." she remarks, but chuckles a bit at the pat to the back. She heads inside in Tamamo's wake, and diverts off towards the magic section of the library, seeking through the stacks for the correct specific segment. Hopefully the curators keep their stacks in good order.
Yomi Isayama The organization in the library is immaculate. Mostly because it's usually organized by a certain shikigami master from the Kyoto branch who is extremely serious about things being done in the proper way. It also helps that, despite it looking like a normal library, it's not exactly open to the public. Secret things must remain secret, after all.

The relative quiet is a bit too suspicious as far as Yomi is concerned, and she reaches out with her spiritual awareness, just to make sure the trouble isn't caused by some youkai that has gotten into the center of the city again. No sign of youkai in the streets, but... the door is open, and that's suspicious enough. Taking a breath, Yomi grips her sword's carrying bag carefully, then turns into the door. She's never seen the Saber before, so she doesn't recognize him on sight. "This place is kept locked for a reason. Are you the only one here?"
Muramasa Looking back over his shoulder, his face remains impassive. It was a teenager with long black hair and bluish eyes. No, he supposed they were closer to a kind of purple, maybe. After a moment of silence, he answers, his own voice sounding like it couldn't be much older than hers, if at all.

"Well, it sure wasn't locked when that bunch busted in here. You should get a better Bounded Field for places like this, or do Seimei not care that much about who could get in here? ... Sorry, you didn't deserve getting groused at like that. Three others are here, it was suspicious, so I followed them inside."
Tamamo no Mae     "True true, but you can't help my boredom." Tamamo comments back to her fellow Caster, "Find your book and we shall take leave of this place. I'll be finding a couple of my own. Then we go find a store for sake and a TV for the others." she states, splitting off. "Hmm, this should do." she comments but her ears perk up... and a few Talismans slip out of her sleeve. "Mmm? Caster Theurgus. Seifer. Something doesn't feel right. I just got a shiver up my spine."

    Tamamo tucks a couple of the books back, and nods. "Find your book, Caster Theurgus, we need to go." it's this that Tamamo starts off towards the entrance, "I don't have a way to summon My Room to make a quick escape. Seifer, come to my side please."
Theurgus     Theurgus is quick, and finally manages to slip a copy of the book she's after from the stacks and puts it into her Inventory... after using some Resource to asssume 'Admin' rights to it so eh can consider it hers. A weird quirk for the pocket dimension.

    "Caster, I have what I came for... ah, a Saber? A melee specialist. I am sure I could handle it. I have sparred with Arvcana several times and there is only so much one can do with a sword, after all."

    She does hover behind Tamamo and Seifer, summoning her staff and setting the gemstone in the head to shuffling through the elemental colours like some kind of magiccal mystery lamp.
Yomi Isayama After hearing things she certainly did not want to hear on the multiversal radio, Yomi lets out a sigh and steps in from the foyer. She unshoulders her bag and opens the end, drawing her sheathed sword and tossing the bag aside. "You're really going to make me do this, Fox?" The exorcist wrinkles her nose in annoyance, looking from Tamamo to Theurgus to Seifer. "I'd much rather we not, but you're not going to give me much choice in the matter, are you three?"
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo's walking along with Theurgus, "Perhaps, but with a Saber class servant... they're pretty.. powerful." a chuckle as multiple golems start to appear behind the fox, "Welcome to my constructs. I don't normally take them out of the Moon Cell but they will help keep the control where we need it." she nods, her mirror popping into view to float around her easily, "Take Yomi... though, I forsee this will be the last time I work at the cafe today."

    The Attack Programs slowly make their way in front of the two Casters. "You'll forgive my ignorance but I did not believe this building was on /your/ Japan." a pause "Nor were you emperor." she bows slightly towards Yomi, "However, I won't make you do anything, you're free to stand aside... or play with Theurgus."

    "Saber, stand aside. With my Husband acting as Master today, I'm feeling in a good mood to /not/ hurt you." a pause, a few more talismans slip into her fingers. "But if you /insist~/"
Muramasa Bickering briefly in discussion with Caster and her master, Seifer Almasy, he sighs. Magical energy suffuses his form and in a blue flash of spiritron particles that washes over his body, his modern outfit changes into his usual battle garb. Saber's lower body is adorned with samurai armor, while he wears a holy shroud on his arm and a white, floral haori with a silk inlay over his shoulders. "Ngh.."

His injuries from fighting the King of Heroes had yet to fully heal, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. A subdued bloodlust fills the air as he grasps the handle of the otachi hanging from his back, another nameless, demonic sword. Another Muramasa. It was a failure, just another evil sword, but it would do.

His eyes were drawn to the exorcist girl and, more particularly, her weapon of choice. "Hm? That sword is...I see....a descendent of that clan. And yet, you ... -- nevermind. Don't pay any attention to my rambling, I won't distract you anymore."

His gaze focuses on Caster and her minions. "Moon Cell Automatons...I'm familiar. Hmph, stand aside...no way!"

Without thinking, he blurts out, "How could I be an ally of justice if I did that? ... Nn. I doubt you'll listen, but I'll let it go if you put back what you stole."

Drawing the exceptionally long sword from his back, a ferocious bloodlust explodes from within it. Saber himself appeared as calm as a tree, but the aura emeneating around him was anything but. It was a desire to kill the inhuman. A genuine hatred for the abnormal.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer's trying something new tonight.

     Because, yeah, he could just go beat the guy up. He *could* just go swordfight him. But he can tell - that guy's injured. Seifer's too good, too *rival*, to want to fight an injured man over something like this. No, when they fight, he's gonna make sure it's *FOR REAL*, on even ground, with even odds. Seifer absolutely won't fight somebody who's just standing up to be brave when they obviously shouldn't.

     Theurgus veers off to handle Yomi, so Seifer just holds up his hand full of Command Spells. They pulse red. He's not spending any; he's just transferring some of his(Greg's) energy to Caster and flicking his fingers idly.

     Oh wait.

     No he's not.

     He snaps his fingers.

     The air around Saber explodes. It's not a direct danger - he wouldn't dream of taking the fight away from Tamamo - but it's annoying, and it's gonna get in the way. Each snap of the fingers makes a new blast to fuck with Saber's footing, to mess with his stances.

     He really is acting like a Mage right now.
Theurgus     Theurgus looks over Yomi. "Another Saber, is it? A good thing I've been sparring with my little sister lately." she says, brandishing her staff. The marble-like gem flares with light, casting her face in shadows. "Ye Lords. Mask of Bits and Code. Truth and Temperance, ye who bear the name of Program. Howl and bluster, tear and sunder. Way of Destruction number 72. Impulse Burst!"

    She lifts her head and the blue of her eyes seems to gleam as she unleashes a surging Wind-element spell, creating a mini tornado around Yomi.
Tamamo no Mae     Seeing Seifer snapping his fingers, making blasts. The energy she feels from that power gives her a wonderful feeling.

    The sword, however, does make her a bit wary but.. with Yomi out of the picture with Theurgus, she can focus her attention on where it matters. "It's too cold to make use of that, however." she launches each set of talismans from her hands towards the swordsman before she starts to dash to his side.

    "Shall we move a bit, I'd rather not set the building on fire at least. I can make that promise." she's just getting herself ready for the next one, trying to use some of her agility.

    "I would really not have to have it come to this, but I'm afraid you, personally, aren't leaving me much choice in the matter, Saber!"
Yomi Isayama Blink. For a moment, Yomi just stares at Caster. Letting out a sigh, she rubs at the bridge of her nose. "Don't start that with me, Fox. You know exactly what I mean. And you know I trusted you to keep your word." Her eyes narrow slightly, hand dropping to the pocket of her skirt to pull out her phone, an old style cell that she rapidly taps on. Probably a text message. "If you don't want the military to show up here, you'd best put down what you took and leave." The phone goes back into her pocket, and her hand goes to the grip of her sword.

"Mmm?" Yomi glances aside toward Saber as he mutters about... something? "I have no idea what you're on about, but if it's something that can wait until later..." That transformation makes her quirk an eyebrow curiously, but his drawn sword actually makes her take a step back. She can feel the bloodlust from that blade even without having to see if it's got any spirits on it.

The exorcist can't afford to let her attention wander too much, though. There's another mage here, one who uses quite flashy magic. "..heh. A Saber? I think you're a bit mistaken." As the blast of wind whips around her, Yomi crouches down slightly, tightening her grip on her sword. Rather than trying to defend against the whirlwind that buffets against her, the exorcist dashes straight through it, drawing her katana from its sheath and slashing through to dissipate the worst of it. Yomi closes the distance rather quickly, but rather than take a swing with her sword, she brings the scabbard around, using it as a blunt instrument to strike at the mage's side.
Theurgus     Theurgus isn't a slouch with melee. At least not anymore. As Yomi comes rushing in, the Mad Magician turns to deflect the incoming blow with a twirl of her staff... the power of the blow sends her arms shaking and knocks her off balance a bit, but she stopped it from getting a good purchase on her main body. The DCC isn't comfortable at close range, however and tries to open some distance with a backwards leap, launching a barrage of multi-aspect magic bolts to cover her getting some space.
Muramasa Holding his sword defensively, showing off how fleet of foot he was as he danced around the bursts of flame going off on the floor, the heat nipping at his heels. "That was too close...what a pain..!"

Mitigated by his Class's base resistance, he was able to push through the flame with only mild burns staining his face and forearm, pushing his heel to dig it into the floor and propel himself backwards. He'd been solely on the defensive so far, but ...

"I also don't wish to destroy this place. We'll settle this on the roof outside, Caster!"

As they pass by eachother, Saber darts himself forward in a lunge, hilt first to deliver a powerful, dizzying blow to Tamamo's sternum with the intent of knocking her through the front door.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo nods, "Well, we both share the same goal. Yomi cannot get mad at us for this." she comments as she takes that blow to the chest with a /grin/, flying through the door to the building as the Saber retreats towards the roof. There's a small gasp of air and Tamamo just stalks out of the building, closing the doors behind her like any proper woman would.

    She leaps to follow the Saber, running along the roof only to leap up and around, throwing a few talismans around the Saber... "Detonate." she commands...

    And a pillar of fire erupts around... though she knows Saber's are hardy against her magic, she just has to try at least! And it shouldn't burn the roof... at least she hopes it doesn't!

    "I've gotten some new tricks, Saber. I do hope you don't mind me testing them on you."
Seifer Almasy      Seifer hops up onto the roof. It's not hard. He's a literal supersoldier. He just takes two good jumps, for goodness' sake.

     He lands somewhere near-ish to Caster. He's close enough to intercede if things get too dangerous for her, but far enough away to respect her fighting ability.

     And also close enough that he can toss some more Distraction Explosions at Muramasa, to really obscure which are Tamamo's attacks and which are just bursts of smoke.
Muramasa Running straight up the side of the building, Saber makes his way to the roof and finds himself accosted by more of Caster's talismans. Breathing in deeply, he maintained his calm, a paradox when cut with the raging and wanton bloodlust of his sword. "Ganryu..!"

Slashing in a crescent, the very air itself was slice in two, resulting in a vaccuum that sucked both Seifer's distractions and Tamamo's flames into it, minimizing the danger as he was blasted backwards by the explosion, skidding across the rooftop.

Rather than trying to discern which was which, he decided to treat it all equally dangerous and did his best to avoid taking a critical blow, taking to the air in a leap that only warned Caster from the appearance of his shadow, blade coming down in a fierce stab.

Blood trailed behind him through the air. In its frenzy, his Muramasa had even cut him when he'd sliced the air.
Yomi Isayama Yomi knows better than to give a spellcaster any room if she can help it, so she chases after as Theurgus jumps back. The barrage is observed rather carefully... but perhaps not for the reason the mage may expect. Some of the blasts are deflected neatly away as Yomi brings up her sword to deflect them. However, as soon as she sees one that looks like it might be fire aspected, she instead raises an arm to guard, taking the blast with a wince. She'd rather not accidentally deflect fire anywhere inside the building.

"You know. That is a wonderful idea." Yomi resheathes her sword and closes the distance again to the magician. Instead of striking, she reaches out to try to grab hold of Therugus' clothing, plants a foot and pivots, then does her best to hurl the mage toward the door. "Let's take this... outside!"
Theurgus     Theurgus can't get any distance at this rate. And while she was already heading for the door for her own reasons, being grabbed and unceremoniously ejected from the place sends her sprawling and rolling across the pavement outside, arms covered in a spiderweb of damaged code from the impact. She gets back up, pushing up on her staff and looking all the worse for wear. "My thoughts exactly... now, let us begin in earnest."

    The DCC produces a crystal from her inventory, presses it against her chest and speaks an imperative. "Access!" She transforms into her Divinity form, floating a foot off the ground and brandishing a geordion knot-headed staff. She speaks an incantation, a relatively short one, and from above Yomi(once she exits the library) a beam of pure white brilliance slams down atop her, and attempts to track where she moves to dodge to.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo guards herself from that resulting explosion and reaches for another talisman, but when it gets dark above her, she tries to leap out of the way, sword meeting flesh and fabric and there's a whine of pain, especially from that evil sword finding purchase. She clutches her side a bit, red folowing. "Mmm, cheeky." she mutters.

    This time, she reaches back and starts to launch her mirror at the Saber, using it to strike as a pseudo ranged and melee weapon, each strike attempting to blast ice magic right in his vicinity, and the air seems quite colder than usual around, the little dance given with it makes an ice wall form up around the building Tamamo, Seifer and the Saber are on!

    "This... this should restrict some movement, no more leaping in the air for you!"
Yomi Isayama There's something about this mage she's fighting that seems.... familiar. Maybe it's the nature of the incantations, or the appearance of the battle damage. But when Yomi sees the crystal and the transformation, she gets a pretty good idea. "You... You're from Lexicon's world, aren't you?" The exorcist steps out of the library... and did not expect an attack from directly above, when Theurgus was floating in front of her.

The beam of energy engulfs her, turning the sidewalk beneath her feet into a small crater. From inside the blast, Yomi draws her sword again, and suddenly the beam.... isn't hitting her anymore, but instead is blocked by some oddly-shaped invisible field several feet above her head. Of course, the exact nature of what is blocking it reveals itself soon enough, as her Divine Beast partner shimmers into existance. "Ranguren!" On top of the potential damage indoors, this is one other reason why she wanted to take the fight outside.

With smoke still wafting up from the charred parts of her uniform, Yomi quickly moves out of the lingering remnants of the blast. "So now I know what you are... which means I don't have to hold back. Ranguren!"

The nue exhales a cloud of steam, all twelve of its eyes glowing as they focus on the mage. It lets out a low, rumbling snarl and leaps, massive paws extended as it tries to slam the DCC down against the ground.
Theurgus     Theurgus... or Diamond Soul as she is when transformed, quirks a brow at the summoning of the Nue. "Indeed I am. Diamond Soul, of the Diamond City of Magic." she confirms, twirling her staff and readying for the attack that's sure to come next.

    Ranguren leaps and swipes at her, but the flying DCC jinks away from the massive paw, earning a trio of gashes along her body from its claws from the closeness of that call. The DCC then shrugs to herself. "I already have what I came for, Let us see if your pet can catch me."

    Diamond Soul then wings over and with a tuck and launch from a glyph-platform, she flies away, taking a high course and likely heading to a distant Warpgate, rather than one of the closer ones.
Muramasa Each blow they trade, blade meeting mirror, creates a blast of sparks and a wave of vapor that quickly condenses into freezing ice. "Gh...tch..!"

"So it seems!" he responds, forced into wielding his sword one-armed as the other one was frozen over. His holy shroud protected his left arm, but his right was left too stiff to move.

        "Trace On!"

Heat fills his whole body as blue-green lines light up his side, across the top of his chest, and even over one side of his face. His magic circuits, shining bright as he performs Reinforcement on the ice, hampering his side and his arm, shattering it. Feeling was already beginning to return to it. "No more acrobatics for me, huh.."

Dashing forward, Saber managed to stay just ahead of the blasts from Caster's master, forced to fight in a far more mobile fashion then he'd prefer, yet he was nothing if not adaptable. If he couldn't stand in the same spot for more than a moment, then he'd just move two steps ahead, with a series of stabs and slashes, each one swiftly whistling in the wind and flowing like water, lacerations left in the air in its wake. Each time he failed to draw her blood, the sword cut him, instead, releasing a miasmic vapor as it drank it in. It truly was a demonic sword; a paradox when cut with the graceful swordsmanship of its wielder.
Seifer Almasy      "Aight, well, I haven't done this before, but let's see how I am at the other side of bein' a Master."

     Seifer rolls up his sleeve and holds out his hand. His Command Spells start to glow.

     "Here you go, Caster. Let's see if I'm any good as one of these Guy Sorceresses."

     He still doesn't remember the term Mage. Still, he doesn't have to remember the term to do the thing - let power flow from him into Caster to heal her wounds as best he's able.
Yomi Isayama Despite Ranguren's size, it lands quite lightly from that pounce, turning to look upward at the DCC. Of course she can fly. Ranguren can as well, but it's terrible at actually maneuvering in the air. More like an extended leap, really.

As Diamond Soul starts to fly off, the Nue looks straight up after her, opening its mouth. Whatever it was about to do, though, is stopped as Yomi reaches over to rest a hand on its flank. "Not right now, Ranguren. I don't think it would be a good idea." The divine beast rumbles lowly, but lets out a huff of steam and lowers its head. "Now, there is something else we can do..."

The exorcist grabs hold of the nue's mane, and Ranguren makes the leap up to the rooftop easily. "Your friend ran off, Fox. Probably carrying whatever all of you came here to get. I'm going to recommend you do the same, because I really don't want to have to join in fighting you, too."
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo shakes her head no, continuing her assault with her mirror, swinging here and there. "I'm going to freeze you solid!" she shouts towards the Saber, even if it was possible to do that.

    Ears perk, 'trace on?' she thought in her head, thinking nothing of it until she sees those magic circuits and she takes a step back, watching her ice shatter into diamond dust. "You're not an ordinary Saber, are you?" she mutters, a compliment and an insult in one. Though with the saber coming righ tback at her, she smirks, "Well then..."

    There's a moment, a smug... confident moment, that Tamamo just braces herself. Seifer said for her to learn how to brawl... it shouldn't be too hard? That mirror disappears and she rears back with a closed fist.... and the swords strike. Miasma seeps into those wounds and she hnghs and drops to her knees. More so, Tamamo's under duress from now /two/ people. She sighs, "Fine. Seifer, heal me up... we'll leave and I'll give back what I took, which wasn't much."

    Seifer does his thing.. she feels the healing power... and....

    Nothing. The wounds are still there, nothing's stitching up... Tamamo glares at the Saber. "What.. did you do."

    She reaches into her sleeves, drops a couple books and with a bit of a wind talisman, blows them back towards Yomi. "Nnngh, I don't like just giving up but I'm just a Caster. I don't do well with two on one fights." pause, "NOw Saber, what did you do?"
Muramasa Saber smirks in response to her, feeling how backhanded the comment was and seeming non-plussed about it. He'd often said that the class didn't suit him, after all. "Perhaps not."

That girl wielding the Shishioh arrives with the thing infesting the sword, and it doesn't take long for Tamamo to fork over her stolen goods. He couldn't help but feel a measure of self-satisfaction as her Master's attempt to heal her wounds failed; if it weren't the case, the fight very well might still be on if she were brought back to one hundred percent with that Command Spell. "Oh? A Caster can't tell when she's been cursed? ...Hn, perhaps that's a bit too scathing. I'll skip the details, the wounds I've inflicted on you won't heal. No matter what kind of magic you try to use, you'll just keep bleeding out."

Raising the sword as if it were a rabid dog whose leash he was holding, he performed an improper Reinforcement on it, causing it to shatter into dozens of pieces. Even the pommel, hilt, and guard crumbled in his hand.

The evil prescence disappears and with it, the abominable killing intent. The curse afflicting Caster naturally dissipats as well, as its source could no longer exert its influence on her. " ... or, rather, that would have been the case. You should be able to treat yourself, now."
Yomi Isayama Curses are not a thing Yomi knows much about, and she isn't sure how the fight has gone on the rooftop while she was below. But as Caster blows the books toward her, she carefully catches them with one arm, keeping her sword in the other hand. "It sounds like I've missed a lot in jus a few minutes, but..." Yomi glances aside to Saber for a moment. "Since he's released you from whatever he did, I'm willing to let you leave. I'd rather not have an extended fight here right now."
Tamamo no Mae     "Mmm, oh, I can." she mutters, "As someone who uses curses themselves, I would know. But I didn't expect a /Saber/ of all classes to use them. Guess I'll take this as a humbling lesson then." she huffs a bit and shakes her head.

    Once that sword's broken, she feels the miasma leave and her wounds starting to mend.. "Tsk... but Yomi's right, an extended fight here... is not the best." there's a brief pause and she turns to Yomi...

    "I suppose this may stain our relationship a bit. Perhaps we can figure things out later~" she moves to pick herself up off the ground, waving her hand as a rice paper door comes into existance. She opens it, tugs Seifer over to it and smiles, "Tell my Cafe Boss that I'll be back in tomorrow."