Oh thank goodness she didn’t need to be bribed to fight today. Aside from being beautiful with a cute personality, Nitocris was much more tolerable than other servants when it came to actually getting work done. She was so serious about her craft that even the First Hassan liked and respected her! Though he did take note on her wanting more challenging opponents to face. Who knew she sought that sort of thing? Their trip to France would quick smooth without incident given no delay to letting Nitocris slay.
“Your skills and Noble Phantasm is great for dealing with groups and killing foes that rather obnoxiously high stamina or defenses. These Chimeras hit hard and fast, so I thinking of defensive set set ups with you as the central attacker!” He told her as they swiftly made their way to the area where the Chimera’s marked their territory to attack any villagers passing by.
In fact one tried pouncing on Ritsuka as soon as his scent was caught in the wind! He barely had time to react before his uniform was partially ripped from the aggressive beast’s claws. Yelping from pain, he darted back as he held his now bleeding arm.
Oh no…that meant the scent of blood would attract the rest of them rather quick!
Nitocris yelped, clutching at her scepter, as she witnessed the Chimera pounce at the magus. The beast appeared from out of no where, and instantly took target at her Master first! Even if it were a mere scratch on the arm- not having the time to assess how bad the damage was at the moment- simply seeing blood run from the man pierced a nerve deep within the Pharaoh. The scent of crimson not only attracting more enemies, but also chilling the Caster to the bone. For a moment, she was a deer in headlights, caught looking at the tattered arm of her Master- whom she failed to protect so soon into their mission. A mission he had been so kind to take her on... To chose her, for a mission she insisted on coming with, and boasted about the enemies being too simple...! For that moment, she was frozen, before a dark magic erupted from the Caster.
Eyes were a glow of fury, as Nitocris cast Rapid Words of Divine upon herself. With the magus darting back, Nitocris found her will to move, and took her stance in front of him. Facing off to the three gathered beasts, the Pharaoh slammed her staff into the earth, and a portal opened beneath the creatures. From below, the damned rose- mummies clawing their way out from the abyss, to claw away at the Chimera before her. And with a swing of her hand, golden scarabs formed, flying towards the creatures in an onslaught, to bash into them without constraint. She needed these few attacks to reach her peak- to grow the Noble Phantasm he so trusted in her.
"Master, are you okay!? My Noble Phatasm is ready, at your command, I shall slaughter these foul creatures where they stand, for daring to strike you!"
