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@pcrfidus ||continued from here||
“...Even so, your Holy Grail War is over. Perhaps your purpose might have been that, but... I’ve always found the human ability to adapt and change come what may one of their better qualities.”
A cup of tea was set in front of the other, steaming hot, and the dragoness settled back into the chair opposite.
“If you wish for it, I could arrange for you to meet some eligible young men. Or do your tastes lean more towards women?”
Starter call.
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“Saber.”
The dragoness’ quiet voice slipped through the still air of the house almost as easily as she did, coming to a halt in front of the young woman who’d she’d brought back mere hours ago, now resting in the cot surrounded by the drawn circle. Though this place was much larger than her own apartment, Kazuko much preferred her own abode, and kept it only as a workshop conveniently located on a leyline - a fact that came in handy with the other’s current predicament.
Fresh foods were not stocked in this workshop, with the length of time she often spent away from it, and it was likely impossible she’d manage to buy anything at this late hour, with the snow falling so heavily outside, so the tray in her hands held only that which remained in her pantry - a bowl of instant ramen, a microwave reheated curried pork, and a bottle of green tea.
The resting knight was nudged gently with a knee, in case the words hadn’t already woken her from her fitful slumber.
“I brought you some food. The circle may be more efficient, but I thought you might be able to rest more easily with a full stomach.”
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Innate curiosity drove the Saber class Servant forward, not just her Master’s orders – she would have requested to meet this new presence, regardless. The closer she drew to the source of the intrusion upon her duel, the more she could almost taste the latent power of her new enemy.
It was in an instant that the Saber had disappeared from her previous station in the middle of the street; nearly imperceptible to the human eye, she surged forth in a disbursement of mana borne in the form of crackling crimson electricity. One more corner, rounded, and the Knight ceased her charge once the shape of a person came into view.
“Halt!”
–Though, curiously, she tilted her head upon observation of the newest addition to the fray. While graciously cloaked in her armor, helm concealing her parameters, this… woman before her, clad in modern clothing, didn’t seem to wield the aura of a Servant, per se. A frown tugged her lips down, though it did not matter; it wasn’t as though this new enemy could land visuals on the Knight of Treason’s brief hesitance.
Tinny, distorted voice echoed from the chambers of her helm, “Do you hail as a participant in this Holy Grail War?” Did it truly matter if she did or did not? Whether the individual standing before her was a powerful magus or something different, it was difficult to discern – and there could be no outside audience privy to the great war. Her end was nigh, nevertheless. Manifesting her blade, Clarent, back into existence once more, the Saber wrapped her armored fingers around its familiar grip in preparation for a battle.
For there would be a battle; of that much, Saber was certain.
For someone so heavily armored, the other certainly moved with a speed belying that appearance - almost beyond the boundary of human vision. But Kazuko was no mere human, and saw with more than just her eyes. The world was earth, wrapped in air, and anyone and anything that moved upon the earth was surrounded by air. Learning that, and learning how to read the air as beings moved through it, was one of the most basic skills that nearly all touched by the wind learnt.
So when the other had appeared before her, the piece of glass was already in her hand, and in her other, a strand of black hair plucked from her own scalp, coiled tightly around her index finger. But even with that skill, she could not get a read on the person within the armor - or indeed, if it even was a person at all, and not some golem made for battle. What sort of magic was weaved into that armor, she wondered, returning her hand to her side.
“I do not,” were the words of response, the dragonness shifting her weight and stance ever so slightly, the muscles in her legs coiled to flee as and when necessary. She did not like the look of that blade.
“I have no intention of interfering with your war, knight - but why conduct it here, in my city?”
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“Foul witch! You must know by now that your attacks will hardly affect me – if you can land them, that is.”
The vehement taunt loosed from the armored Saber came directly after narrowly avoiding another beam of raw magical energy; this attack had managed to crack one of the horns adorned on her helm as she had deftly canted her head in avoidance. However, despite it being the most damaging blow done to the Knight so far, a compelling argument to be had therein for her impressive magical resistance, she found herself no better off.
The Caster before her had eluded her, as well, in their rather infuriating dance.
“Perish the thought that you are in any better position, Saber,” the Caster admonished with a short laugh. An elegant hand reached up to brush dark curls off her shoulder, her cloak catching light in her movements. Galaxies twinkled in her robes as she offered a disparaging smile. “Your resistance may be worthwhile, but I shall always evade your advances. Have you yet to land a blow on me?”
Red electricity crackled around their battlefield: an empty street, concealed from the outside world by a magical barrier. Grip tightening on her sword, Saber pondered releasing her Noble Phantasm – surely it would make quick work of the enemy Servant – until she heard her Master call for her from the shadows.
“Saber!”
The Caster paused as well, gaze drifting elsewhere from her enemy. “Hmph. It seems we have been disturbed.” Drawing her cloak closer, the woman turned from Saber. “I look forward to defeating you, Saber. For now, I shall let you clean the rabble that interrupted us.”
In a disbursement of magical energy, the Caster was gone – and Saber, outraged that she had not taken her chance to sever the Caster’s head from her body, buried Clarent deep into the ground. The asphalt split, chunks of rubble bursting forth as she cursed her luck. No, it was true – she could feel it now. They had been interrupted, but it should not have been possible. Unless, she thought, it’s another Servant.
Are you prepared to win this fight, Saber? Her Master’s voice echoed in her mind. Saber snorted derisively; she would have won the previous fight, had Caster not been a coward.
“I’m always prepared, Master.”
Manipulation of perception. The creation of a “space” where anything inside is concealed from the outside. That in itself wasn’t too surprising - the dragoness herself used one of her own to mask the signatures of her library and working areas from all but the most invasive of magical scans. What was interesting, however, was the other effects carved into the symbols - restoration of the environment, returning it to the state it would have been when the barrier was released.
Was this a meditated battle, then? Some sort of duel between two champions, where keeping themselves hidden and leaving no trace of their fight was important enough to set up an entire barrier for? A war between the underground magic factions? Or perhaps, a visitation by those human magic users from that academy in London?
Strange. Strange indeed.
Two distinct types of mana had been present ahead - one wild and primal, and one controlled but powerful. Trace amounts of magic in the air had already reached this area, nearly a hundred meters out, and the dragoness hand rose to read the air. One presence when read by air current, where there had once been two by magical signature - and one was fading fast.
Had the other won? Cut down the loser of the duel?
Keeping a metaphorical eye on the presence, Kazuko slowed her movement, coiling her muscles in preparation to avoid an incoming attack if need be. She had no doubt her presence was already exposed - if that presence was the same one that had set up the barrier, then certainly, it might treat her as an enemy on sight.
One hand slipped inside her handbag, grabbing hold of a small piece of glass within. One of her most basic defenses, but it would certainly suffice on short notice.
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She had lived in this city for many years - or at least, had made her home here, while she went traipsing off to various places in search of knowledge that few others would know. But it was the first time that she’d come back to witness a full fledged battle in Tokyo in the middle of the street, at night. It was a bit of a shock, really, somewhat like finding a pair of burglars conducting a mock wrestling session in your house by smashing your carefully carved mahogany chairs over each other’s thick skulls.
The dragoness’ eyes glowed a deeper green, and the murky, twisting sprawl of Tokyo’s leylines faded into being, superimposed over and under her normal vision of the world. It didn’t make sense - the city had been sitting on these for centuries, had drowned them into nonexistence with the sheer amount of mundane-ness choking up the land, like plaque in an artery. And yet, tonight, the veins of the web were flaring, channeling mana through like a dam barely directing an uncontrolled flood.
Something was wrong.
Kazuko turned her eyes to her surroundings, and more details faded in - some sort of barrier, keeping the humans away and keeping the commotion within unseen and unheard by innocent eyes. Sigils on the ground sparked to life in a sickly green glow, with more on the surrounding buildings and roads - not something accomplishable in a day or two. This had to have been done for weeks.
And it seemed like a conflict of some sort was ahead - red lightning flickering through the air, purple and green bolts of energy flying back and forth between distant figures...
Adjusting her coat around her to ward off the gusting wind that brought with it snow and sleet. if only but in minor amounts, she set off towards the source at a brisk walk.
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