[h2]Archer[/h2]

Now free to do whatever they wanted, Archer considered the best way to serve their Master in the coming war--regardless of how the girl that summoned them decided to go about this conflict. It would be best if nobody knew that Yumiko was involved in the war, which meant concealing their own status as a Servant--and crafting a suitable disguise needed resources. That meant that they'd have to spend some time getting money... it wasn't like they were going to just rob a store with no compensation.

As a result, the Servant spent some time lurking in the dark alleyways, constantly on the lookout for trouble. It paid off, with an attempted mugging resulting in a net loss for the would-be criminal as the Heroic Spirit rescued their victim and the villain's wallet.

The next day, a local department store--closed for the night--would report an inexplicable break-in with no apparent perpetrator... and more money than the cost of the stole merchandise left neatly by the tills. Not that Archer terribly cared what the news had to say, finishing adjusting their outfit. Boots, gloves, a peaked cap... and more pockets than even they knew what to do with. Even with the camera and miscellaneous accompaniments they'd have to learn how to use.

Now that nobody could recognise them, let alone as a Servant, Archer set about finding their Master's residence. Come to think of it, even their Master wouldn't... that might be one confusing conversation.

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[h2]Izisviel[/h2]

The homunculus sipped at her own tea, thinking over the request. Obviously, she would like Saber to step in if some other Master inexplicably overcame her... but her Servant being pulled out of position for something that Izisviel could handle on her own would be detrimental in a heated battle, "Only if actually overwhelmed. Merely getting hit should not need such involvement, I imagine that my protections would hold up against most magi long enough to put the battle to an end."

Because forgetting how to be athletic and avoid the huge axe when your spell was cast to no avail happened to be a terminal flaw out of what was a rather sedentary lot.

"On the table beside this couch, there should be a map of the city."