[h2]Konpaku Youmu[/h2]

For a few moments, Youmu could do little more than stare out into the crowds. From her spot, even her shocked exclamation hadn't been heard over the noise of the crowds. It was more people in one place than Youmu had previously seen, even when the human village was most crowded it wasn't so dense. And the buildings! And the... everything... it was a little overwhelming. The white-haired half-phantom's eyes traveled upwards slowly, gazing up the glittering surface of one of the glass towers. There were so many screens, as she slowly stepped forward, and advertisements for what looked like a plethora of manga. It was all Youmu could assume, basing on her experience with the things she had purchased for her mistress. As her eyes traveled up the surface of the building, she thought she spotted... it was... a boy? Up on the roof? Was... wasn't that dangerous?

Oh, it... even in spite of her situation, what if he fell? He was even using a crutch! No, even like this... a member of the Konpaku family could not allow something like that to happen. Myon flew ahead, drifting through the air rapidly, until the tailed manifestation of a portion of Youmu's soul resided in front of him, as if in a bid to stop him.

Youmu followed. All but the... other new arrivals(such as the woman in blue with the strange weapon she passed) would see, was a green and white blur and a rushing wind. Youmu hit the building and flew directly up, tearing through the air, hands outstretched to...

... Comically richochet off of him, through the air, and force herself back down onto the rooftop, stumbling once before flopping forwards slightly roughly onto her front, backside in the air.

Myon drifted down over her, circling her.

"... Ow..."

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[h2]Saber[/h2]

A few pictures clicked before Saber could respond. What was this? Why had so many people surrounded her and taken pictures? She didn't understand. No-one knew who she was, right? Of course, most people believed King Arthur to be male, anyway, so it could not even be said that she resembled their beliefs about her... It was making Saber feel rather self-conscious. In fact, she would much rather leave the area as quickly as possible in order to figure out what had happened, rather than linger in the group of people who were all paying her far too much attention.

Then she saw him.

Saber's hands curled into fists, and she very nearly forgot herself, very nearly called her armor and her weapon. For the one who entered her vision was none other than Gilgamesh himself. He had died. She knew he had. She had heard what happened even if she had not witnessed it.

But all she could do was glare. Unless the King of Heroes attacked first, it was too much risk to those around her. Saber had to stop herself.

Still, the way she suddenly stopped and glared at what appeared to be a suddenly-appearing foreigner was rather noticeable.