[h1][center]Scandinavia[/center][/h1]
The wolves snarled as their opponents charged forth, the pack quickly splitting up to flank the group just as a few other members of the group had predicted. Five of them continued rushing forward as before, meeting Edeltaud and Nevsky as they rushed in from the opposing side. One of the wolves was his dead in the center of its forehead by the spear thrown by Victoria, and though it pierced through its head and nailed the beast to the ground, it seemed to still be alive. The blood that was pooling under the creature's wound seemed to be sizzling as it touched the ground, burning it as black as the night around them. The other wolves seemed to not notice their ally's troubles as they headed forward; while three of the wolves were already attempting to isolate Nevsky and his horse from the group, the last remaining wolf within the set had taken the blow from Edeltaud to the face, and blood was now visibly dripping from its nose and mouth. Such a blow was not without cost, though, as the creature quickly retaliated and bit down on the offending limb, growling as it pulled its head back in an attempt to tear the limb off.

The three wolves around Nevsky seemed to be having much more trouble, though; within the first few seconds of combat, one of the beasts already had a large gash running down across its eyes, blinding it and forcing it to retreat; another, in an attempt to attack from behind, took a pair of hooves to the face before being skewered by Sinfjotli's weapon. The third, however, seemed to be in far better shape, ducking and dodging past the swings of the sword aimed at itself. The stalemate lasted for a few more seconds before the wolf back up and barked to its semi-blinded companion before the two rushed headfirst at the Rider and his mount simultaneously, the insanity almost palpable within their bestial eyes.

At the same time, the remaining wolves had split into two groups, eight on the left and seven on the other. The suppressive fire from Margerita was enough to hold off the wolves on the left flank from advancing, causing the tornado cast by Tamamo to launch them all high into the sky; while they fumbled about in a valiant (but ultimately fruitless) attempt to escape, the right flank proceeded to bound over to attack through. In an instant, Siegfried dashed over and drew his sword to block their advance. Half the wolves immediately moved to surround him, while the other half found themselves blasted in the face by Walgrave's magic and thrown backwards into the tornado. As the wolves began to leap at Siegfried, the Saber frowned and began to slowly dodge and parry every single blow they threw out, careful to not end up like the familiar being used like a chewtoy in the center.

Seyrun's spell, sadly enough, would prove near-fruitless; the magic traced itself between each wolf, but extended absolutely nowhere else.

There was exception to that internal chain, though; a single wolf who was previously caught up within the cyclone, but had since managed to somehow free itself of the magic and was now slowly pacing around the magic, trying to figure out a way to free its packmates.

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[center][h1]Babylonia[/h1]
[h2]Kumozaki Keisuke[/h2][/center]

Keisuke paused for a moment as he saw Atalanta drawing back her bow, even all the way down from his current position on the ground. Most of the nearby threats had been dealt with, at the very least, so the fact that he could even see such a spectacle meant more than it should have. The arrow seemed to glow with an almost-otherworldly light as it flow overhead, but after a few seconds the golems amongst the crowd seemed to stop moving and melt into the ground.

"...Did it work?" he asked, blade still at the ready as he looked over the horizon to where the arrow was headed.

...

At the other end of the battlefield, Jekyll would be able to see that the arrow had definitely made its mark; the Caster's head was now skewered by the arrow, and he was now standing there motionless. The golems guarding him did not move, but after a few moments the sound of ominous laughter seemed to echo through the area.

"Hahaha! So they managed to find me, then?! What was it? An Assassin? Scrying magic? Familiars?" it seemed to ask mockingly before the 'Caster' that had been shot rose into the air atop a clay pillar, its form slowly melding into the ground beneath itself. "Well, regardless, it seems as if that pharaoh was correct! Well, in this case, only more more portion of this contract remains before I can experiment to my heart's content! Come, defenders of Babylon, for I know at least [i]one[/i] of you can hear me! To play the part of the villain means nothing compared to what I may gain--best of luck to you all!"

Immediately after the Caster's monologue was complete, the beasts in the area seemed to retreat, almost as if in sync, and the figure seemed to disappear into the earth...

[center][h2]Sakata Kintoki[/h2][/center]
Kintoki lowered the axe in his hand as the the army seemed to pull back, only to notice a rather gargantuan humanoid figure slowly taking form over the horizon. A bit of a nervous smile crept onto his face as he turned to Enkidu, who was also staring at the thing now slowly gaining size as more and more time passed.

"Hey, uh... So, what the heck's that supposed to be?" he asked, glancing back and forth between the two as Enkidu frowned sternly towards the construct, which had quickly gained enough size to tower above the walls of Uruk.

[color=green]"It's a golem like the ones you had just been destroying; I can feel it sapping the energy from the earth with every step. I'm moving ahead to stop it; follow me. We can't let it reach the city!"[/color] Enkidu cried out to the group as he leaped forward, Kintoki taking a moment to nod to his Master and give her a salute before following behind. Something like this... Was probably too dangerous to handle at close range, especially with a Master who specialized in that sort of thing.


The northern front, on the other hand, seemed to be in a bit of a stranger position. The Servant mounted atop the skeletal elephant let out a guttural roar that seemed to shake the battlefield before dismounting, still barely out of range of Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon. The Golden King clicked his tongue as he watched the army part before the enemy Servant...

And around Lancelot.

With the rest of the skeletal army continuing to advance towards the walls, Gilgamesh was forced to continue firing barrage after barrage away at the swarm, sparing only his sight as he watched the skeletons around the two Servants create an open space within which the two could (presumably) fight.

With another roar, the Servant pointed his right axe at the knight before adopting a battle stance.

[color=yellow]"...Hmph. Does that mongrel wish to duel? I guess it would be fine for some spectacle; a fitting ring of death for two dogs to bite away at one another,"[/color] Gilgamesh remarked, turning towards the Masters waiting around near himself. [color=yellow]"I should think your choice of victor is obvious, so instead of asking that, I shall instead ask you this: will the King of Knights defeat that skeletal commander over there before that mongrel lies dead on the ground? If you are correct, I shall... Hm... Allow you and your group to explore the city without being watched. That is a decent reward, is it not?"[/color]

With a laugh, Gilgamesh continued to fire away at the crowd of skeletons, waiting for the duel to begin.

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