[h2]Everyone's in Babylon.[/h2]

[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

It seemed that a proper description of the Grail War would have to be postponed until they had dealt with whatever forces were encroaching upon this city. A defence that would have to take full advantage of the Servants assembled to assist those already here, though it seemed unlikely that the King of Heroes could actually [i]need[/i] the assistance. Yet denying an obvious command to follow someone so dangerous when he was already angry was hardly a good proposition--and Lancelot, as loyal as he was, followed Saber immediately.

Though his small Master might object both to being ignored and being picked up once again like a sack of potatoes as they made their way to the city's northern wall. 

The opposition was quite alarming. With the numbers on display, it seemed quite fortuitous that there were only assaults coming from two directions or a signal that someone should be prepared to disengage at any moment to reinforce the other cardinal directions. It was also a force that his current weapon would do little to stem or prevent in the short term. Wasn't it fortunate, then, that the original of almost every Noble Phantasm belonged to the man rallying the troops down below?

Yumi got deposited behind Gilgamesh--where else would be safer? Hopefully his Master would pick up on that and not risk putting herself further in harm's way. An entire army of skeletons was nothing within the abilities of a normal magus to take on, the sheer level of magecraft required to affect a sea of enemies that stretched to the horizon was simple infeasible. Before the small girl had chance to muster a complaint, Lancelot had already leapt off of the city's defences and rushed past the army towards the waiting mass.

It was on the cusp of engaging that the hastily borrowed spear was discarded, being thrown through one of the many, many skulls on display--and through the next behind. Its replacement had to be hastily dodged, a golden sword that was seized as soon as it began to penetrate through one of the foes. 

Having to deal with potential friendly (or not so friendly, depending on the King of Heroes' attitude to seizing his weapons to defend Uruk) fire whilst trying to not get swamped would only make this harder but it [i]had[/i] to be done. Cutting down the skeletons one at a time just couldn't get things done no matter how easy it became; the tide would rush past and get to the walls. His liege's sword was an obvious counter to such a tide but the army was [i]still[/i] too great for a single blow.

[i]One[/i] of the weapons raining constantly would have to be of use in thinning the numbers. Yet not this blade, even as it so easily cut through bone. The knight spun, throwing it with enough spin to actually cut through another foe rather than bounce off. The axe seized as replacement was no better in its innate properties... yet at least it cleaved through impressively well.

From the wall, it must seem an odd sight: a figure fighting increasingly deep into the mass, discarding every weapon after a few strikes and using the distraction of his cape as much as the weapons themselves for defence. 

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[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

With two of their number already going off to support the King of Heroes--including her family's own Servant for the previous Grail War--it seemed that the green-haired... person was going to be more in need of support. With the strongest Saber-class Servant, the King of Heroes, and a figure nearly as renowned as King Arthur, there was more than enough already present to defend the Northern wall.

Going the other way would mean less shiny things to distract Kintoki, as well. The last thing that she desired in a battle was for her Servant to be distracted and get taken out by something that shouldn't stand a chance against [i]any[/i] Servant. The instruction was simple: "The north wall is already more than adequately defended, we will be heading west."

Of course, the situation to the west was quite chaotic--but the size of the opponents was in their favour. Against big and slow opponents, if there was some need for the Masters to take part in the fighting, her particular approach to combat was useful. Her weapon was [i]especially[/i] good against targets that relied on their own innate toughness to survive attacks. It was likely that her Servant was similarly benefited by this choice.

"Now, Berserker, show me what you can do."

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[h2]Honoria Sigurddottir[/h2]

Honoria's opinion on where to go could be easily summed up: anywhere that wasn't staying still. She knew how to fight, sure, but deal with armies? Defend a city? These were things that you used generals for and a medieval king was one by definition. She was happy to leave it to the Sabers to pick a goal and just follow along behind--at a reasonable speed this time, not hanging behind. She wasn't sure she could stand the indignity if her own short Servant decided to pick her up like poor Yumi. She might not have been a good magus, but that didn't make her desire to be treated like a sack of potatoes by legendary figures.

Once on the wall, the musician was taken aback by the size of the opposition. Whatever was animating the skeletons was far beyond her ability to simply negate, but maybe she could find a source or learn if it was done individually or if a single kingpin held the bony masses up?

She sat on the edge, already beginning to play. Besides: what sort of battle would this be without musical accompaniment?