"So what's the plan? Will the world be saved if we simply took the head of the Conqueror King? Or are there blacker machinations at hand here, Zhuge?"

"You may call me Liang. Zhuge is a family name, and I feel we are beyond such formalities." Caster said, with a smile at the question, and then a firm look as he thought on the first one.
"To be honest, I suspect this is not as simple as one singularity. As any mage can testify, the amount of magical energy, planning, and machinations required to start even one singularity is so immense that if you're going to bother with it at all, you may as well go for two, or three maybe. This moment just happened to be the most recent in your history, so that your system could pinpoint it faster than the other singularities."

There was a pause.

"But, in the case of this singularity, I feel it's simply a task of getting the grail. Something that no doubt will require you to kill the King of Conquerors. He's strong, no doubt, but even someone like him must have a weakness." It did indeed sound simple, but anybody who knew how this worked would be able to agree that this was no such easy task. Not when the enemy had a holy grail in their possession, and a possible mysterious benefactor.

"As for the grail mud, I shall join you in the final battle if possible. I will do what I can about the mud, but... It would probably be best if instead you manage to draw him out from his camp, so that he cannot rely on the mud as a defense. And... I have a method just for that. But, you will have to be ready for when that happens. If not, defeat and failure is guaranteed."

"On that note, one thing that would certainly help, is if Saber had his second sword." Caster added, and glanced at Saber who was seated in the corner, nodding along.
"It's true. My sword was stolen by the enemy Assassin. If Assassin is slain, I shall get my sword back, and would no doubt help even the odds of the war."
"Assassin was known to roam around the church district. Maybe you should head in that direction? Saber can guide you."

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ALEXANDER THE GREAT

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Alexander the great was all grins. But there was something odd about him. Something odd, that certainly made something clear. 'This person is not sane.' Or perhaps there was just something about his general charisma that made him just seem that inhuman. A grin that was from ear to ear, and his foot tapping softly against the ground.

"I am Marietta, Sir Rider, I am a humble painter and Magus. I am understanding you may have need of one of those? And I apologize if it seems a little forward to ask, but would you mind sharing what exactly is going on here?"

"I didn't ask you to speak." Was the conqueror's response. The three servants moved in closer to their master, as if ready to d- "But that's wonderful! I love it when somebody doesn't feel like they need permission! AHAHAHAHAHA!" He slapped at his knee, and Panderus did the same. Both keeping their eyes and focus on the servants and their summoner.

"Well, I'll leave the explanation to Panderus. As for your three servants, I invite them to my tent, so that we may discuss matters while you are being updated on the current situation." Alexander said, something that Hector(?) and Trolius both nodded to. The only servant who did not nod was Diomedes. Who turned to look at Marietta. His eyes spoke when his mouth could not. 'Caution. Do not trust them.'

"I'll be staying with my summoner, if that is fine." Diomedes said, which received a scowl from Alexander. Panderus seemed to tense, and Diomedes changed his words. "I mean, only if she wants. I would much prefer to enjoy a drink with the great Alexander."

'Be safe.' That was the last thing Diomedes said with his eyes, before he and the other three stepped into the tent. Panderus gripping Marietta by the shoulder, and guiding her down a path.

"We have a few other people we rescued from Fuyuki. Some of them aren't ready to help our cause, but I'm sure you would be able to speak with them." Panderus said, as he led the painter through the camp. Deeper and deeper, and then further away. A house sitting by the side of the camp, and one that said without words or signage... Prison.

The door swung open, and Marietta was shoved into darkness. The cell house was a makeshift jail, with locks and latches on the door, as if to keep her from merely crawling out or forcing her way out.

"Well... I see I have a visitor." In the near darkness, there was a man. Sitting on the lone chair in the whole building. "My name is Kiritsugu Emiya. I see you met Rider."

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Even if Diomedes hadn't warned her, Mary was already suspicious of this Rider. His grin and laugh it was...something was simply off about it. Plus there was the faceless soldiers, seemingly the same as the mud leaking corpses they had first found upon orienting themselves. She certainly didn't want to be separated from her servants, either. That was an utterly foolish notion to even consider in this situation - but the hard grip on her shoulder by Pandarus quickly silenced her. He could simply have killed her in moments were they enemies, and dying here was an even more foolish notion to consider.

So she let herself be led through the camp, eventually reaching the Prison. She said nothing as she was shoved into the makeshift area. She briefly considered if her servants were alright, but quickly dismissed the notion. If they were killed or defeated by Alexander, then they simply were servants she had no need of. Instead, she turned her attention to the other human in here with her.

"...A pleasure, Mr. Emiya. You seem...relatively unharmed, that is good." Marietta curtsied lightly. "Indeed, I met him, if you could call it that." They had made a horrible mistake of leaving both her paint and brush with her, so there was no way she was going to let this shoddy, squalid cell hold her. "Ahh...I suppose I'm going to have to put in a bit of effort to get out of here, aren't I?" She grumbled lightly before turning her attention to Emiya once more. "Ahem - apologies. Marietta Lalaurie. Painter and Magus. I apologize for seeming in a bit of a hurry, but perhaps you could fill me in on the situation here." It was very likely this Emiya was an ally, but she still needed to practice a bit of caution.

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"Y'know, I heard on the History Channel that quiet like this usually means aliens are gonna probe us." William stopped and looked above, tilting his hat upwards to get a clearer view of the ugly crimson staining the sky. He shook his head. "Honestly? Feel like aliens'd be a lot more welcome than--"

Suddenly, a metallic crash tore through the silence, hearkening the arrival of one more faceless soldier.

"--well, that."

With practiced speed, William drew the big iron on his hip and sighted his enemy with deadly aim. The enemy didn't seem to be after him, specifically, but that didn't mean he'd just let this ambush slide!

"Saber, buddy. If this don't work, I want'cha to cut that shifty fella in half for me," he said before firing two rounds into the soldier's unarmored... Face? Hole? William didn't know, but he was still open firing on it anyway.

BANG! BANG!

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"Good morning, you beautiful bitch! Finally gonna- GAH!" Boneless Man was slammed into the earth with a force that almost took Mori's arms off. Still, despite his surprise, it seemed that all his talk about wanting a tough opponent to fight back wasn't just for show. His best attempt at a grim came out as a grimace in this situation, but he still managed to chuckle amidst his grunts. This chick wasn't as awesome as he was, but when she actually decided to fight she was pretty friggin' awesome. "No sweat, Caster, no sweat! I can fight'n talk at the same time, and I'll take a mouth fulla' whatever you want as long as 'Zerker gets an ass fulla' metal!" As those words came out, Boneless Man was pulled back, downwards. Being knocked into the ground wasn't such an issue when you could slice through concrete like air, so the momentum of having his weapon swatted was put to some use in twirling it back around into a fighting position. Now, faced with this enemy, Lancer had to ask himself-

"...Do I feel lucky?" Looking at his own parameters, the answer was definitely a hard no. Even though 'Luck: E' sounded kinda like 'luck-y', the Grail had told Mori enough about the alphabet to know that E was lower than a lot of other letters. Still, faced with this overwhelming enemy, his statistics were telling him he wasn't lucky, but they were also telling him he wasn't gonna kick her ass, which he was definitely gonna do. So, Nagayoshi took a step forwards, too. His feet didn't send the road flying in chunks, but that was fine. Why bother smashing the street when he was here to kill her? The spear came forwards, again, but at least he was thinking about it a little. She hardly seemed to care what happened to her torso, so his best bet was her limbs. She probably wouldn't be satisfied unless she hit him, too, so he offered up one arm for that purpose. It was no big deal- As long as he swung this unblockable spear with even one hand, he was going to take both of her arms in exchange. She could cut him up a little, if she wanted, but he wasn't gonna stop for anything. Acceptance of death was already beginning to show in his eyes, along with confidence in his victory.

The young mage was not wrong about how eerie the city was; very rarely was the world as quiet as Fuyuki City was now. Even when no people were present to make noise there should be the sounds of nature to replace it. In Saber’s experience the only thing that could cause a hush like this to fall was death; not just a singular death but enough violence and misery to cause a change in the air, one that could drive away life entirely, leaving a place like this behind.

When the faceless soldier and mud came around the corner Fierabras drew his sword, it didn’t matter which, and stepped in front of his two charges. The thing didn’t even seem to notice him as it charged directly for Waver, driven by something more than instinct, as the youth in question moved behind Saber for protection. Even as William gave the command to kill the golem should his attack fail Fierabras was already moving, taking two long strides so as to be clear of the others, and swung his sword down with both hands to cleave the mockery of the human form in twain.

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"My magecraft actually do something to her? Somehow I doubt that." Rosalyn had read somewhere that the only thing that could fight servants were other servants... Or presumably something at least as strong as a servant. "Well, I suppose I could try." Her last cig went out before on the ride over but that was fine. It was still usable and only half gone. "Wanna use this up for the most part though."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her lighter, popped the cap open and clicked it on. Using her magecraft, the flame from the lighter slowly carried over in a stream to the half-used cigarette and light it on fire again. Rosalyn brought it to her mouth again, letting the sweet poisonous air into her body again. "Ahh, wonderful." She breathed the smoke aside so it wouldn't blast in Caster's face. "Don't suppose you want a puff." She teased the ancient Norse woman as she pocketed her lighter again and wrapped one hand around the maiden's waist just in case they moved.

"If you think it will help Sir Liang, after all we are dealing with a renowned Heroic Spirit like the King of Conquerors though it is highly possible he has other Heroes barely reaching his caliber or maybe even considered his equal among his ranks." Olivier took out her jeweled sword, her reflection looking back at her as the mana pulsed from the gems on its hilt, looking back at the Knight of Fianna more curiously when they brought up the conversation of an Assassin Servant that apparently "stole" his second sword.

It's highly likely that this Assassin Servant could also steal Noble Phantasms contained in the weapons they own much like hers. "If this Assassin stole your second sword, I would assume you have done battle with it or did he just steal it because you were careless?" A sharp tongue from the Paladin but questions were questions."If we are to go to the Church District, I need to be sure before I draw out my own. I'd rather not part with it for the upcoming battle."

Of course she could find other weapons and use them if they were willing to give one to her, otherwise she'll just use a street lamp

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