One arm cradles the girl as the berserker readies herself to jump, "Keep your mouth closed too; don't want youse biting your tongue." Warning over she takes a look behind them gaze narrowing in on where the Archer's scent was coming from... Waiting... Watching... "Heh. Here they come." Turning around she grins, barrage of arrows coming their way, but before they hit? The wolf began sprinting forward only to leap off the building they had been on, "Let's go, Illya. Time to show them who's boss."
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Try as hard as she might, steeling herself for these nightly raids was a tall order for a young girl like her. That rush she felt as they descended upon their foes from tall buildings usually was too much for her poor heart to take. But obviously she couldn’t take that back now; a Master like her should have expected things like this to happen, expected to face danger straight in the face and laugh back.
As her Servant carried her in her arms, Illya braced herself for the long fall they would take and gave a reassuring smile. “I trust you, Berserker~ Bring us victory~”