[ Archer ]

Archer found himself very uncomfortable as he woke up to find himself sprawling on a tiled roof. He believed that he hadn't felt this bad since that hangover after drinking with his men on the long ocean voyage home to Ithaca, which he ended up making through alone in the end. He looked up to the night sky as he gathered himself up, the silver light of the moon shining its full glory on him. He was only wearing his body armour at the moment, his helm, shield and spear not seen anywhere.

Looking around, he surmised that he was on a roof of a very large manor. The pull of mana seems to be coming from below him. He looked down and let out a loud sigh. The crimson trim of his armour dominated his appearance amidst the base brown colour. A soft wind blew his curly hair gently as he quickly located where his Master was.

He jumped down from the roof down to the rose garden below, landing gracefully on his feet as the toned leg muscles flexed by his descent. He found the idea of actually opening up the doors to find his Master troublesome, so he merely sat at the garden chair admiring the night view of the rose hedges of the garden. Besides, if his Master used proper summoning materials, he wouldn't have to end up on a roof and would've made a more dramatic entrance.

He had no doubt that his Master would come up and meet him sooner or later however.

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[ Keith ]

Keith looked at Berserker and simply nodded slightly at his Servant's greeting. He appreciated the fact that his Servant was as no-nonsense as he was, directly asking for a battle plan right after being summoned. Efficient to a tee. It was something that Keith has high regards for. The offering of human sacrifice was worth a lot of mana to Berserker. But he knew that his headless Servant could use more.

"The other Servants are still being summoned tonight. We won't get the Grail by killing an incomplete Master before the summoning is done. It would be a shame to your abilities as well as mine."

Keith walked pass his Servant and straight towards the open ledge, the wall not completely put up yet. He looked down to the cityscape below and clasped his hands behind his back.

"We won't waste any time, Berserker. Come. It is time that you feed more. Kill anyone you wish and drain their mana. Familiarize yourself with the city's back streets while you hunt tonight. I'll not hold your hand and show you around."

He didn't need to order Berserker to come back to him when he calls. It was an immutable part of their contract. Obedience was something that binds Berserker to himself. Yet Keith recognized Berserker's appetite and would not hold him back from it.

Besides, the bloodshed will call attention to the places that Berserker has been to before this night. And they'll both know where to wait when they're sought out.