Homurahara Gakuen, Evening
Lancer didn't like the situation that was beginning to arise. Not one bit.
The previous night, after his altercation with Archer, Lancer had resumed his scouting out of the other Servants of the war- With mixed results.
Unlike Archer, most of other Servants seemed to be playing it safe. They were keeping out of the way for now, it seemed, and whilst Lancer had picked up certain inklings of information during his search, he hadn't come to the position where he'd be fighting any of them- None of them had put themselves into the situations that Archer had, which would render them theoretically defeatable (even if it hadn't panned out in the initial situation).
On the other hand, however- He had a very good idea of who one of the other Servants was.
Having combed the back-alleys thoroughly, Lancer had found the remains and mutilated corpses of several parties of humans- All with wounds that were very familiar to him.
Some unlucky or twisted soul had summoned the right-hand man of his most hated foe, and didn't seem to have enough control over him to stop him from going on a feeding spree for Prana. Lancer didn't particularly care about the deaths of humans, but the killer was something else entirely- His experiences in life and the circumstances of his death had taught him that he'd been unwise to give Pierroumon and his master so little credit. The quicker he confirmed the identity of the killer and took his life in the event that it was Pierroumon, the sooner he'd be able to feel at ease again.
And in his comb of the areas where the possible Mad Pierrot hadn't struck yet, Lancer had come to Homurahara Gakuen.
And, as he observed from within his Presence Concealment, another Servant besides the one he believed to be tracking had much the same idea as he had.
GranDracmon had technically been allies with Ophanimon in life- But he knew that the woman had worked with him only under their combined hatred of Daemon and necessity. In this situation, she would gladly cut him down where he stood-
Of course, that wouldn't be happening. With GranDracmon in the Lancer Class, he assumed that Ophanimon had been summoned as a Caster- A class that would do her no favors in fighting him. But he still remained cloaked for now, moving towards the school and letting her be. She could be useful later.
Assassin watched with glee from the top of the school as he saw Caster approach with her Master.
Between the Prana he was deriving from the Angel and the 'mojo' he had gained in the previous day, he was up to the point where he could wring a few uses out of his Reality Marble, and where he could fight without any great deal of restraint or care. He'd been quite the fighter in life, and had fought worse in his time, so he was sure that he could at least wring a stalemate out of an altercation with Caster- Or better, if he could get her into his Reality Marble successfully.
But for now, he remained cloaked. She was expecting him. He would wait, and then move in with his Presence Concealment when she and her Master least expected it. That would be his best opportunity to spring his Reality Marble on her, after all.
Meanwhile, across Campus in the Archery Dojo, Shirou Emiya drew close to completing his evening's 'duties'.