All Your Base

[Alexandra Ritter von Ehre]

Alexandra could not deny that she felt a notion of worry, so distant from her knight and an important means to actually fulfill her desires. Those dark and twisted thoughts lingering in the depths of a human soul. No matter how long she considered her plans, she always came back to the same solution.

However there were times when nothing like this seemed to matter. It felt a bit relieving to let the hatred go, and simply let it sleep. At least until they awoke anew and filled her with more hatred about herself, and how she could have allowed herself to let go of those important feelings, the only remains she had, her true self.

Too many people allowed themselves to follow the guidelines laid out by other people like a good little doggy, trying to get some food, while the owners drowned in luxury and held all the power. It was those influential members of society who brought ruin to the World. Chaos was the only fairness that existed and this purple haired woman held no greater desire than being the savior who released it upon the World. She was the Saint of a Woman, one who certainly could need some followers to lay out a proper path for the future.

However, a bit of malice might remain, but she really did not feel like tearing the limbs from a rat to watch it writhe in pain and see how long the body could twitch before finally falling still for eternity. ..Or at least a nice said proverb as the body usually did not remain still when it was eaten away by bacteria. It was really cute to watch this little display of decay~ Something you could see at every corner, the world was dying.

But for now Alexandra was only hungry, just like the little boy who was trembling in fear. She approached him calmly, a friendly smile remaining on her lips as she answered him without hesitation.

"You seem quite worried about their battle. It is part of the World, but I do not belong to them."

The magus woman was exactly that, a magus and not a servant, nor did she know anything about the other Heroic Spirits who had dared to challenge her supporting pillar and lasting hope. However, even she deemed this answer to be too incomplete for a proper introduction.

"Alexandra Ritter von Ehre, master of a Noble Knight who might at this very moment fight his best to protect me and people like you. Such splendid Raw Material. You can become one as well. Someone who fights to protect this World from Corruption. But I certainly need something to eat. If you wish to join me, your company would be very much enjoyed. Taking another look at your current dwelling, I can also guarantee that the restaurant I intend to seek out has a far greater standard of luxury than you might hope to find anywhere in this ...alley."

After those words of assurance, or at least that was her intention, for obscure reasons quite honestly meant for once, she reached out to pat the young boy on the head, uncertain about his reaction. There was the risk of getting shoved away, but Alexandra did not fear. There were many reasons for this, but none should concern the youth, his life not outright in danger, at the moment. This faint moment that could flow away as much as the blood, not too far from their current location. Another Darkness was drawing near, baring their teeth at the flesh of the living and devouring human souls with unrelenting gluttony.

"I suggest leaving, what do you say?"

[Sigurd Fafnesbane]

What was this?

Why would Berserker, no, Enkidu be willing to reveal her name in such a blase and obvious manner? So abrupt, in fact, that Sigurd had almost missed this revelation, as unexpected as it was. So odd, in fact, that the question bore repeating: why?

it was a question that he would have to ponder on later, Sigurd decided, as the other Berserker, as Cu Chulainn took the initiative and dashed forward, spear thrusting, stabbing. The Saber swiftly widened his stance, presenting his shoulder against the incoming foe. He met the first thrust with his armor, turning on the spot, attempting to force the erstwhile Lancer's spear out of position, to cut his flurry short.

Though all of Sigurd's attention appeared to be focused on the blue Berserker, a part of him lazily considered the green one, vaguely keeping her in mind, if not necessarily in sight. It would not do for her to ambush him, for her to take advantage of his blind spot. They knew his identity. They knew his weakness. The Saber had to take the appropriate measures to mitigate it, however possible. He kept moving, making jitterish and unpredictable dashes.

The spear retracted, and then reversed its course, swiftly coming in for another futile stab. Again, the Saber darted to the side. Again, it struck and slipped, turned off from Sigurd's armor, like rain and oil, steel and stone. And again, the Saber advanced swiftly, closing the distance, spinning against Gae Bolg's length, unimpeded by the strikes. He tightened his two-handed grip on Balmung, preparing a swift and short under-handed sweep.

[Enkidu]

(OOC: Wow, I did not know that it had been so long since I'd posted anything. I'm really sorry for the huge delay. With RL pretty much making my life terrible there was really no time for posting. With that said, lets get this over with.)

Enkidu watched, for a few moments, as Berserker, no Cu Chulainn engaged Sigurd. In the first moments that the blue haired Berserker attacked, Enkidu forced herself to calm her raging spirit. When she had first gone into combat she had been excited. To be able to fight and have fun for the first time in an eternity! She would barely contain her exuberance.

Looking at the situation now though, she realized that she was treating things too lightly. This was not the game she was treating it as but a serious battle. Against someone like Sigurd Fafnesbane she would have to turn her ever resource toward defeating him. That of course included focusing her full attention on defeating him.

So as the other Berserker attacked Saber, Enkidu watched their movement. Berserker was fast and powerful, his every strike was a killing blow and if he had been facing any other opponent he would have defeated them easily, but against Sigurd such attacks were meaningless. Every attack was met by a wall of armor and Saber was making sure to keep her front to Cu Chulainn at all times. Enkidu could even tell that he was keeping an eye on her, or more specifically, what attack she would send his way with her ax.

Enkidu grinned. Few people remember that her Noble Phantasm was more than an ax.

Dashing forwards towards the battle, Enkidu switched her ax over to her left hand and began to spin her weighted chain in her right hand. As she did so, Enkidu moved her ax over in front of her body and turned her right hand so that the spinning chain would not get in the way. Doing so, she attempted to use her ax's profile to at least partially block the sight of her chain. She wanted her movements to be a surprise.

When she neared the battle, Enkidu threw her chain at Sigurd, timing the throw so that it coincided with the moment when he was moving forwards to attack Cu Chulainn. In that moment, Sigurd's weight was behind his underhanded blow and could be more easily off-balanced. Since his sword was swinging from Sigurd's left to his right, Enkidu threw Anu's chain so that it would wrap around Sigurd's left foot. Once the chain landed, Enkidu spun towards her left with all of her might and tried to set Sigurd off balance to give Cu Chulainn a chance to strike.

[Ray Rummo]

Ray let her pat his head

Ray just didn’t know anymore. Hungry, tired, cold – and all those lovely mixed emotions running through him. He felt dizzy and confused, wondering to himself why he was even here. Why he was sitting in a back alley under a box, talking to a pretty lady. Who was smiling and offering food and warmth and protection and all he wanted to do was go with her.

And the only thing that kept him from taking her hand was a single image. He didn’t know why he saw it, here of all places. It was hazy, sluggish – Ray himself was so worn out that he felt like he could fall over any minute. But Ray still knew what it was, even with how blury it was to him. It was a little girl. A (though Ray would never admit it) cute girl who tried to look strong for him. He was ten, he was a child but Ray could still see how much she struggled for him.

…Well, if his best friend could struggle for him, why couldn’t he struggle for her?

Hey kid, you’re still alive out there? Answer me if you do.

Ray practically jumped when he heard his servant’s voice, glancing around for where the knight might be. He looked at his rescuer – the pretty lady – Alexandria something something – Miss Alex and saw that she hadn’t noticed it either. At least it seemed that way.

It was only then, once Ray had found a sliver of resolve that it had finally clicked with him. This woman was the master of the Knight. She was master of that monster that fought his servant and chased them into the night. She was the one who brought that creature back to the world.

Ray suddenly felt a lot less safe being alone with her. plz don't raep me

So Ray made a choice. He wasn’t sure if it was the right one, just going off something his father wrote in the notes he stole. But it was his only hope. Do or die, he realized, and prayed it’d come through. For himself. For his servant, who depended on Ray’s survival. For that little girl who depended on him to win.

“I-I-“ He stuttered, shutting his eyes and gripping his makeshift cardboard home. He honestly had no clue how he was supposed to do it, and didn’t bother to try to understand. There wasn’t anyway he was going to learn it’s mechanics in time…if he could even comprehend them. So Ray did the next best thing, He just kicked reason to the curb and made the impossible possible he called for his champion. “In the name of your master, come to me! Berserker!!”

[Cu Chulainn]

Predictable.

The first instinct of a warrior who had his weak-point exposed is to protect the weak-point from incoming assault. However, the act of protecting said weak-point itself can often become a revelation about the way that warrior fight. Like all heroes, the Dragonslayer have a weakness, just like himself. This particular weakness however, is readily apparent if an experienced warrior can at least spend atime observing the way he fights under duress. This is exactly what happens now, and Berserker wastes no time in trying to expose the weakness of the armor-clad opponent.

‘Trying’ being the emphasis.

Despite his way of fighting being predictable, his defenses is still rock solid. The rapid blows of Cu Chulainn’s spear met the full brunt of his armor and gigantic blade, unrelenting in its immovability. Its routine movement is such that the knight has protected the weakness for a thousand times before, which is not an unreasonable assumption. Judging from the way it goes, they can continue with this dance until each of their respective prana sources give out. Judging the futility of such action, Cu Chulainn ceases his attack again, transitioning the spear into a defensive position after the latest parry, trying to catch the knight off guard to strike at the weakness on his back. All he needed was just an opportunity to strike.

That’s where the chain wrapped itself towards the knight’s foot, immobilizing him even just for a moment. Recognizing the chance that presented itself, Cu Chulainn pounces towards the off-guard knight, intend to leap over his defenses and strike at his back in a moment. Gae Bolg at the ready, he brings it downwards at the unbalanced knight’s back at the apex of his jump…

…Only to land face to face with his master, the kid, Gae Bolg piercing the earth.

‘What the-“

By the looks of it, the kid didn’t believe that it will work. Apparently the command seal worked however, so he’s managed to trade a decisive blow in the fight earlier with his master’s safety, which is perhaps a good enough trade. Not to mention that there’s an unfamiliar source of prana right behind him…

Putting two and two together, he immediately turns around to the source, brandishing his spear towards the…girl. So it looks like a girl, but he immediately feels that…somethingis off about her. He can’t quite place what it is, but even he feels hesitant in front of her.

“…Who are you, girl?” His voice is filled with confusion, but at the same time the tone is firm. Whoever this girl is the familiarity is unmistakable.

[Alexandra Ritter von Ehre]

Her eyes widened in surprise when the kid seemed to make use of a command seal. The air around came to life and magic light providing a path for the boy's servant who seemingly joined them in their conversation appeared out of nowhere. She should have known that pressing this boy would lead to such a result, yes... she should. Was it carelessness or calculated? Alexandra herself found no answer to this and was now in quite the dilemma.

She had barely lifted her hand and was still standing as close to Ray as possible. If not for the sudden intrusion of his watch dog an acceptable situation, but now she her life was in peril if she ended up being careless... again. Well in the worst case the boy would die along with her, reaction speed of a servant aside.

My Knight, I fear for my life. Your Battle Partner is right next to me., she whispered into Berserker's mind and prepared herself to make use of the tool called Command Seal as well, but Alexandra was hesitant in applying it in this situation, no matter how dire the need. The Ritter Magus had already used one after all, and they were unfortunately quite limited.

"That's quite rude. I think the World lost a gentleman in you, hmmm?"

Her enjoyment has left the alley as soon as the unknown Servant had kicked it away. A wonder that he had not pierced his own master right after appearing. She seemed saddened and displayed the facial motion of a woman who had just been rejected by her lover, and this despite taking so much care to behave appropriately. Children were really difficult partners, but despite this affront to her 'nice intentions', her killing intent remained dormant, under the overall friendly facade.

However some anger was rising up from within the darker parts of her soul.... if she really still had one she could claim her own, or if it had already been taken away by some kind of demon to grant her power for her Crusade against everything that was alive, especially the human race. Fortunately, this tall blue haired man at least had to get through his own master or circle them before he could lay a hand on the slightly overdressed appearing Lady with the equally dark hair and eyes. Slowly and well demeanored she gave herself and lightly gripped the lower section of her dress, and curtsied a greeting to the Lance Wielding Entity as a lady was supposed to.

"I, Alexandra Ritter von Ehre humbly request of you to lay your weapon aside for enough blood has been shed tonight. My intentions were not one to harm the young master, but to talk. As a matter of fact he seems a bit inexperienced, and easy to pick for magi who would take such a chance as a killing opportunity."

If this was enough to actually speak normal or not was still left in the dark, deeper than the darkness set upon the alley, Alex hardly able to make out the next wall, which also reduced her ability to read the gestures of Berserker.... How weird... there is really another Berserker. But she was not exactly the socially very capable type and the mood was heavy enough to squish any lighthearted soul under the pressure, she would not need to see anything to feel any changes in the air. Although it might already be too late by then.

"I'm honestly a bit hurt." And she really was, also not trying to hide this emotion, which was probably placed right after hatred for her. "The night is not young anymore, but I had the assumption that our conversation could last for a bit longer. If I had wanted to kill anyone, I could have done so several times by now, don't you agree?"

A neutral smile formed on her lips, patiently waiting for the next steps... and mostly her servant to balance the situation again in her favor. However... somehow she felt some pain rushing up her body. Perhaps the anger welling up in her body and slowly shifting to psychotic rage were taking its toll on her health as well.

"Shall we continue or do you wish to harm me, a defenseless human being?"

[Sigurd Fafnesbane]

The chain found its mark, coiling around Sigurd's ankle. The steel links rattled as Enkidu yanked on it, throwing the Saber off balance. He stumbled with an annoyed exhalation, but smoothly adjusted his sword's course, diverting it from its initial target and stabbed it into the ground. It smashed into the concrete floor, anchoring him at the cost of his assault. At the same time, he brought his leg forward, resisting the chain's pull.

The chain went taut as the girl met resistance, as Sigurd swiftly regained himself. However brief the surprise was, it bought enough time for her ally to strike. The hero of Eire launched himself into the air, crimson spear at the ready. Sensing the peril, the draconic knight, still bracing himself on his sword, twisted, shifting himself, presenting an erratic target.

He needn't have bothered.

Between one second and the next, Cu Chulainn merely... vanished.

“Hrh?” Sigurd's only reaction was a mildly surprised and annoyed grunt. No sooner did he recognize the fact that the Ulsterman was here, and no longer is, did the answer to why reveal itself to him.

My Knight, I fear for my life. Your Battle Partner is right next to me. The lady's words whispered their way through his mind.

I am on my way. Sigurd growled back. He would be, as soon as he dealt with this hindrance wrapped around his ankle. The Saber swiftly kicked out, sending the chain uncoiling and whipping away. Freed, he did not spare another word on the girl, dashing across the corner where he felt his Master's presence.

Sigurd rounded the corner, blocking the alleyway's only exit. Shoulders set, chin aggressively thrust forward, the Saber lumbered forward, rearing behind his master. He hunched over, fingers gripping Balmung's hilt even tighter, ready to continue fighting.

“I am NOT finished with you, yet!”

[] Etc etc he isn't back, just writing for him. []

[Enkidu]

[] I didn't even realize this had updated until now. []

Enkidu stared at the hole Saber had just jumped out of to make his way towards his Master. “What…” she let out as the facts started catching up to her. Did her opponent just leave? “They left me.” She let out. “They left me without a second glance.” Enkidu glanced around at the ruined warehouse she was in and sighed.

Her mind immediately went to the person who had been on her minds so much lately. Gilgamesh, her only companion. He wouldn’t have left her like that. HE would have fought it out with her until they couldn’t fight anymore! But these....these....mongrels just left her right when she was getting the fix she needed. Oooooh it made her angry.

Enkidu pouted, “Booooring. Did they really think that would stop me? I won’t let you go so easily~”

Retrieving her ax, Enkidu swung it above her and sent the weapon hurtling through the roof of the warehouse. As the ax came back down, Enkidu caught it on a metal beam and used the chain to hoist herself up through the hole in the roof. Once she was standing on the roof she relaxed and let her senses wander.

Presence Detection was her greatest strength. As a being connected to Gaia and the entire living world, Enkidu could sense things that no one else could. The lives of the people around her, the water rushing beneath her feat, the grass growing out of the sidewalk; all of it was clear to her. Even Heroic Spirits could not hide from her senses.

“There.” She said as she quickly found her prey. “You won’t escape.”

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Enkidu made her way over towards the alley where the fight was about to reconvene. As she reached the alley, Enkidu stopped on the roof and looked down on the assembled group, waiting to see what it was that drew her opponents to this place.

[Ray Rummo]

…Ray hadn’t honestly believed it’d work. He vaguely knew the limits of modern magecraft . The little boy knew that teleportation was all but impossible for a mage of this era.

Yet he appeared. Materializing into the world, stabbing his cursed spear into the earth and looking entirely confused – Berserker had answered his call. The servant righted himself and turned to face the source of Ray’s horrors; the master of the dark knight. Ray stood behind Berserker, clinging to the servant’s leg. His champion was here. He’d keep Ray safe.

“Berserker.” Ray looked up at the warrior, patting his thigh in hopes of getting the man’s attention. “She’s the master of…” And then the monster appeared, lumbering towards them sword in hand.

Ray shrank behind his servant, entirely content with trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. The boy looked up at Berserker, then at the pretty lady and her knight, then back to his servant. It was going to be another fight. In a tiny back alley with them on the defensive. More importantly, the big, scary tin knight monster man had shown up and Ray was entirely content with not having to deal with the ma- woman? It again.

The boy patted his warrior’s thigh again, giving his servant a tired look. His face was covered in dirt. “…Berserker, let’s go. I don’t want to fight them anymore.” He said, waiting for the servant to pick him up. Between the cramming of him-self into a left cardboard box he found in the trash and dealing with crazy iron monsters, Ray just wanted to leave.

[Alexandra Ritter von Ehre]

"Please, wait. Is there really no way for us to talk about it? You don't have any place to go, do you?"

Of course this was more of a guess. It was their first time meeting and she could only make guesses about the hospitality and friendliness of Lucca's citizens. She had so far not exactly bothered to try and live herself into that community. As for the reason, she was not sure herself. Maybe she just did not wish to get involved with those dirty insects, or she feared this useless muscle in her body to beat for them, care for them.

Sympathy for kettle was the least someone who planned to harvest their ugly souls would need, and fortunately for her ambitions, she had no need to raise them either. Oddly enough, the woman in dark dress was slightly interested in this sorrowful creature, a young man by far not fit to enter this War. He certainly should not have been placed in this mess and she wondered why, but ..... maybe she even felt a bit sorry for him.

Hmm... or it was just a bit of fascination, to see what this War would do to this boy. The innocent of a child would brittle away in this environment like the skin in face of an explosion. Humans were so great in developing means to kill each other. Alexandra sighed lightly. It was really amusing. Soon this kid would have to kill in Order to stay alive. What kind of monster would he turn into?

But she was sure... He is not quite ready yet. He would just die, and it was unlikely that he had more shelter places like the one she just took from him. Well, she honestly did not care much for this place, but her servant wished for some entertainment and a Princess had to give her little loyal Knight some fan service now and then. But he certainly had made quite a mess, his armor decorated with the signs of Battle, stained in blood, she just could not help herself but smile slightly at his sight.

Some might believe that it was simply a worried master being relieved at the sight of her most potent weapon, but she was just focusing on him with admiration. He was just getting cuter and more adorable, the more he bathed in the blood of his enemies. Maybe I should consider some blood baths with him, like this funny woman... A decision yet to be made, and something that certainly could wait.

The Grail War had not proceeded much, Alexandra was still wishing to keep a low profile for now.

"I don't think it is a wise decision to just leave like that."

Nobles hated Rejection and if not necessarily by manners or holding noble intentions, her family was one of those magi families that regarded themselves with a flair of Royalty. Even without that she could hardly be called someone who was fine with rejection. She felt hurt and betrayed by that boy who wanted to leave her, leave her like 'him'.... that.... man, whatever his name was. He had been important, just as the broken device in her body, no longer able to be called a human heart besides form and biological functionality was now craving to hold unto this child as her own. This unbearable, insatiable craving for Ray grew beyond reason. Alexandra still felt unmotivated to start an all out War and draw in multiple servants. Even if her sword was strong, the risk was simply too great at this point, but she was certain to bring this to a fast end.

Her eyes stared down at the enemy servant like a bug that needed to be crushed. She held no fear, just contempt for this laughable excuse of a warrior who only waited to be crushed by the combined rage of herself and the Dark Knight who was likely just waiting for her command to go wild.

"NO! YOU WON'T GO! GET THIS SERVANT! MAUL HIM TO DEATH AND LEAVE NOT A SINGLE SHRED BEHIND! I WANT THAT EYESORE GONE!"

Completely relying on her loyal servant's skills and power she advanced at the helpless boy without a shred of hesitation in her steps. While the servants would go on about their own business, the violet haired lady wanted to have some 'quality time' with Ray. She only needed the right moment to grab and drag him away from the fight between two heroes of past times.

[Sigurd Fafnesbane]

When his Master bade him to restrain himself, Sigurd did. He retracted, a steel giant half hidden in the shadows, unmoving... almost docile, if one could apply the term to this battle. This mask of serenity, however, was just that. A visage hiding the rage seething within him. This did not fit him... his blood was up. The specter of battle would not leave him so easily. He wanted nothing more than to satiate his bloodlust...

All of which seemed to elude the boy. Upon his Master's command, he visibly sagged with relief, taking her small respite as a complete and utter cessation of hostilities. “…Berserker, let’s go. I don’t want to fight them anymore,” he had whispered. Where did he think he was...? Who did he think he was...? The arrogance of his assumptions!

This arrogance rankled Sigurd's Master, as well. Her twisted fascination and calm erupted in a blaze of fury. "NO! YOU WON'T GO! GET THIS SERVANT! MAUL HIM TO DEATH AND LEAVE NOT A SINGLE SHRED BEHIND! I WANT THAT EYESORE GONE!" She shrieked, a madness consuming her. She would not be rejected so easily.

Sigurd lurched into action with a rasping roar. His rage mirrored that of his Master's, exploding all at once, hissing and bubbling to the surface. All calm was forgotten. It was as if he had been fighting the whole time, this briefest of reprieves wiped out from history. The Berserker only had the time to shove his young Master out of the way, before the Saber's entire weight slammed into his foe. The two of them were sent spinning and tumbling away in blurs of blue and glints of steel. She wanted the Berserker busy, occupied, so that she would be allowed time alone with the disrespectful boy. Far be it for Sigurd to deny her that wish.

[Cu Chulainn]

“Master of this big lump of steel, eh? That’s certainly a way to make an entrance.”

Even if he is still operating by the kids’ words, the nagging feeling that this girl is bad news hasn’t left him at all. It’s even intensified if such a thing is possible, as if the girl is even more than just another master in the war. But even then that kind of thing won’t cause Berserker to back away. In fact it has the opposite effect on him, now positively trembling with excitement for the upcoming fight. If it hadn’t been for his master behind him he might have just charge at the knight again to find out just how tough that invincibility blessing is.

Right, his master’s behind him. He really needs to take care of the boy’s safety better next time.

”…Berserker, let’s go. I don’t want to fight them anymore.”

…Well, he’s just a kind anyway. I think this is way too late for a kid to wake up too, he’s definitely tired. Berserker can feel his enthusiasm for a fight is being drained low as his master’s enthusiasm is lowered too. The problem now is the pair in front of them most likely won’t let them escape that easily.

”I don’t think it is a wise decision to just leave like that.”

“Well, give me a break now girlie. I can’t disobey my master just like that. ‘Sides, there’s always tomorrow-.”

Without any provocation the girl ordered the knight to charge him, roaring and pouncing at him like some kind of crazed beast. It’s certainly ironic for Berserker to be in the receiving end of that attack, but he’s far too occupied right now to notice the irony if a mountain of steel just charged at him. What’s more, he can’t exactly evade or his master would bear the brunt of the charge. He could barely contain the Saber as it is. His only hope to assert his master’s safety is to distract the knight while his master flees as fast as he can.

“Hurry kid, run! I’ll stop him here!”

[Enkidu]

This night had not gone well for her, Enkidu mused briefly as her anger started to stir at the travesty of honorable combat before her. Everything had been great until those two idiot humans had interfered. She had been fighting against a nigh unstoppable killing machine blest with invulnerability alongside one of the more handsome men she had seen in this modern age. Certainly he was nothing compared to her king but, then again, no man was.

But this? This farce? This was outrageous! They weren't supposed to be fighting without her! The little number they were doing earlier was a proper three-way fight not this pathetic delaying action. It had gotten her blood boiling and given her a thrill that she hadn't felt in ages. But now? Now all she had for entertainment was those two interfering humans that thought they could just take away her fun.

That would not do, that would not do at all.

Turning her attention away from the other two Servants, Enkidu observed the two Masters. The purple one looked the part of a minor demon while the boy was nothing more than a weak-willed victim in front of her. It was disgusting. In her time even the least peasant was heroic soul. Had the boy even one single iota of the inner strength her King's people had.....then that girl would already be dead.

Enkidu cupped her chin as she thought about the situation, idly watching the purple Master approach the idiot boy. Perhaps he should be taught what it means to be a hero? What it means to face your problems head on with abandon? Enkidu smiled as she nodded to herself in assent.

Dematerializing her ax for a brief moment, Enkidu became nothing so much as a teal blur as she raced down towards the purple magus. Moving so fast that to humans she would have appeared to have teleported, Enkidu gently and yanked her back off her feet casually tossing her back a few steps. Looking over at the boy, Enkidu pointed at him imperiously.

"Just what do you think you are doing? Running away like a coward? You Servant should be ashamed of you!" Hiking her thumb back to point over her shoulder at the other magus, Enkidu stepped to the side to stand with her back to the alley wall. "You have two choices boy, you can run like a coward and die as she cuts you down, or you can stand your ground and fight for the right to live. So what will it be kid? Do you want to die that badly?"

[Alexandra Ritter von Ehre]

It was easy to catch up to him, despite the magus woman clearly not being one of the most athletic participants of the grail war. The obvious reason was Ray's abrupt end of the running line that the blue haired servant had created. Another servant was indirectly blocking his path.

"My~~ so many people." She slung her arms around Ray, folding them in front of his body, like an friendly sister holding unto her younger brother. The size difference was very helpful to strengthen this image. It was so cute when she could feel his heart jump, missing a beat, all because they were so close. Like an adorable little kitten. You still have so much to learn. I will make sure to teach you everything of life tonight. "Caught you. Only bad boys run away. The night is still young."

Maybe an older sister that was so overprotective over little Ray that she simply made him forget his bladder and unable to move. He did not dare to move a single muscle, waiting for the horrible moment to pass, but little fool who dared to step into the world of adults, by crawling out of the blanket you will only realize that it is dyed in your own blood, huhuhu~ Except for his very obvious trembling it was a rather peaceful scene of a little kid wetting himself and some girl meanwhile holding a friendly conversation with 'a neighbour', while metal workers were putting heavy effort into creating a new master piece. Yes, without two servants fighting in the background it could almost be a wonderful silent night. Haaah, peacefully quiet like a graveyard, whoever already had spent some time on it, listening to the whispering of the deceased would probably understand the beauty of such a night. You could really feel the despair in the air.

But it remained to be answered what this girl in front of Alexandra really wanted. The solution of this problem was at hand. "This battle is already lasting too long. I'm sure there are already a couple of eyes resting on us and we don't want to reveal so much of ourselves, do we? Hmmm.... what should I call you?" Ray was no more than the little birdy by now, Alexandra deemed it more important to address the servant who most likely was the other playmate of her loyal knight. It would certainly make sense. One heroic spirit had followed the Other. "If you don't mind.. I would like to spend some quality time alone with him now. You see that he is a bit shy performing with audience. We will just go into that building right here. Or is there anything you want from us?"

The anger was still present, but the small triumph for catching her target improved the mood, a daunting smile showing her dark intentions just too well. There was the risk that the green haired woman would also come after her, but it did not seem to concern her much. Some heroes loved to play fair. Well, it was nice although she could not exactly promise to do the same for his master, she might at least bother to remember about the little cooperation in Ray's retrieval.

[]Well, Ray is about to die. I would like to remove Ray and Alexandra from this thread with the next post and move on into the death scene.[]