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“Hey, are you with Chaldea or what’s goooing on? I have zero phone data here, too. That’s super, cruel if you ask me.”

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As an egoistical woman, Tamamo did not want to interfere in any type of fight if the possibility was there. Not fighting at the side of Chaldea’s only Master made her reluctant, almost wary of any good deed that crossed her mind. Her intentions were not honest in the slightest (this was for Ritsuka’s sake, right?) and for that reason, actively seeking for confrontation was unthinkable. She supported her Master with both heart and body but it pained her heart, being unable to consider herself more than just a tool in this type of situations.

She could only lie when the moment to act appeared before her. Helping another, such actions were reserved for those with a noble soul. One she lacked. Therefore, this was solely to keep her beloved safe. Nothing else, she had no interest in making amends by protecting humans.

And to keep humans safe, she had to protect her fellow Servants. Tamamo had already saw it from afar, the Rider struggling to keep up with enemies familiar to those from Chaldea. Ones she knew how to handle fairly better than the other woman.

A fast-approaching mirror crashed against the skull of a ghost from above, followed immediately by the very owner of said weapon -- the pink-haired miko landed over it, making a most gallant entrance that was worthy of the sun itself. Her makeshift platform barely lasted, the Caster jumping on the ground to make use of her Noble Phantasm once again.

The mirror floated around its owner, circling her body as if awaiting the next unspoken command.