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Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Latin District - This bitch is crazy

Fighting against a Berserker in close quarters, even if Jangar managed to perfectly deflect each and every one of her attacks, was not without its cost. Each near miss of that deadly sword buffeted Lancer with scouring wind or peppered his body with shards and flecks of debris; even after just this short exchange his robes were showing signs of wear and blood seeped from thin cuts that were healed almost as quickly as they were reopened.

Nonetheless things seemed almost stable at this point; Lancer was growing accustomed to Berserker’s attacks, strong and fast as they were, and the level of damage he was receiving was manageable if not ideal. There was always the risk of something changing, a sudden change in tactic from his opponent or interference from their Master that could tip the scales, but as things stood here and now Lancer felt like he almost had a chance against this opponent.

Berserker’s roar intensified as the Servant seemed to all but disappear from Lancer’s view, a burst of speed unlike anything his opponent had displayed up until now. They were no longer in front of him, nor did they appear in his periphery. No! Where were they? Above or behind him? The chill that ran down Lancer’s spine was enough to answer that. Which side would the attack come from? With barely any time to react he took a gamble and blocked to his left, placing the haft of the Aram spear between himself and Berserker’s attack at the last second.

The only reason he wasn’t crushed under the weight of the attack is that he offered no resistance other than to block the blade itself, letting the blow launch him off his feet and away from his opponent. His back struck the building to his right, the wall breaking before his body did as Lancer suddenly found himself inside the structure, lying on his back amidst the rubble of the shattered masonry.

“Master.” Pushing himself to his feet, using his spear as leverage, Lancer stood. “Tell me where you are.” He felt the blood run down his face, closing one eye to prevent the flow from blinding him. If he had felt broken by Berserker’s first attack then this had shattered him. “Keep me updated on your position.”

He leapt out through the hole in the building and charged at Berserker. He couldn’t allow the Servant to pursue his Master, couldn’t give her even a seconds lead or else he would not catch her in time to protect Jackson from her wrath. He could only hope the Magus was making good use of the time Lancer was buying him with his life.

Thrusting the Aram spear at Berserker’s chest, holding it by the middle of the haft with both hands, Lancer sought to put his opponent on the defensive. He followed up with strike from the side, the tip of the spear turning away as the rear half of the haft swung around towards Berserker’s head. A third strike came immediately after, the spear swinging back the other way as the bladed head raced towards the Servant’s throat. Lancer continued to attack in this manner, relentless, one attack flowing into the next and coming from all angles as he sought to take the initiative away from her.

@KoL@ItMeGritty@floodtalon

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Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Latin District - Send help

As soon as Berserker launched herself towards him, Lancer settled himself in a defensive stance; crouching low with his legs wide set and bent to absorb the impact of any attack, arms above his head as he held the Aram spear at an angle, point touching the ground and the long haft forming a diagonal barrier in front and above him to block his opponents charge. He had a fraction of a second between taking his stance and his opponent’s first attack reaching him to wonder if provoking his opponent had been the wisest idea; the apparel of a knight, the weapon of a Saber and the ferocity of a Berserker, he had no idea who this mystery hero was but the aura they gave off, the pressure he felt from facing down their charge, was reminiscent of the monsters he had slain as a child.

The trashcan struck his spear with the force of a cannon shot, the receptacle exploding on impact and all but disintegrating under the forces at work as the width of Lancer’s spear protected him from shrapnel. Berserker’s first sword swing came less than a hair’s breadth after, the brutality of it sending shockwaves down the length of the Aram spear to ground themselves in the street that its tip was resting against; even with some of the force being directed into the ground below him, a shock travelled down through Lancer’s arms and into his body, his very bones protesting as Berserker threatened to turn him to dust on the first swing of their combat.

A crater formed beneath the Khan’s feet and cracks spider-webbed outwards from his feet and from the tip of his spear’s blade. He could not afford to take another hit like that, even blocking it felt like it was removing years from his life. As Berserker raised her sword for another swing Lancer shifted his stance, feet turning and hands adjusting their grip as he flicked his spear upward and around. The flat of the blade slapped against Berserker’s sword and redirected the next attack, much as he had redirected the thrown fire hydrant, as he threw himself sideways out of its path. Even the air from the swords passing was dangerous, the wind it produced buffeting Lancer and trying to peel the skin from his exposed face and hands even as it pushed him further away from his opponent.

The remaining attack were dealt with in a similar manner, Lancer fighting a constant retreat as he sought to keep his opponent at the exact range of his spear, using the full twelve feet at his disposal to parry and redirect the knight’s attack away from himself or even from the ground or buildings if he could manage it. Such steps were necessary when even the explosive force of a near miss could harm you.

@KoL@ItMeGritty@floodtalon

Fate/Secondary Genesis

The broadsword dropped out of Rider’s hand and clattered to the ground, the lines it had cut into Berserker’s arm dripping blood that stood out in stark contrast against his ashen skin. The Empress of Russia clawed at his grip with limp fingers that were unable to pry his hand away from her throat, her eyes beginning to cloud over and grow dim as the part of Berserker’s mind that held anything other than primal rage recognised the weakening struggles as signs that the opponent was beginning to fade away.

The mad Servant was not content to just wait for the inevitable however. He turned his body so that he held Rider out to his side rather than in front of him, shifting his weight as the muscles in his arm tensed in preparation. He raised his arm, lifting Rider above his head by his one handed grip around her throat and brought her down on his other side, slamming her bodily into the ground with as much strength as his dying body could muster. He lifted her up again and brought her down on his other side, swinging her over his head like a rag-doll and whipping her into the ground.

Letting out a roar of inarticulate and directionless rage Berserker raised the defeated Servant a third time, veins and muscles popping out against his skin as blood gushed from his open wounds with more intensity. He slammed Rider into the ground a final time and held her down against the shatter floor of her palace.

@DrowsyPangolin

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Cleo Forsberg

Latin District - Trying not to draw attention

Archer had gotten away. Letting out a sigh Cleo broke the connection to her Servant’s senses, returning to her own as the fight came to a close before it every really began. She pressed her thumb and forefinger to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose as a headache began to form behind her eyes; she had tried to match as much of the fight as possible through Saber’s perspective, anticipated a moment where she would need to give order or pull her Servant out of a bad spot with a Command Seal. The strain it put on her, to try and keep up with everything that was going on, from Archer’s arrows and traps to Ogier’s defense, was greater than she imagined. Especially when she had been trying to do so while also keeping half of her focus on her current situation, lest something happen to her while she was distracted.

“Return to me Saber. There’s nothing more we can do now.”

“I’m sorry that you got mingled up in this.”

@Danchou

Turning her head towards the other Magus, Cleo listened as he apologised for involving her in their business and explained the situation, though it sounded like Noon wasn’t sure himself why Archer was so determined to attack them repeatedly. Like Noon she was also concerned about the situation, especially since it didn’t feel like this would be the last time Archer would approach them, though her worry was tempered by the fact that it was not her the Servant had set their sights on.

“If Archer is going to continue to target you in this manner then it is going to make everything harder than it needs to be; he needs to be dealt with, sooner rather than later… we-” the rest of what she was going to say was cut off as the young girl with Noon interjected. Cleo couldn’t remember if the girl had been present the previous night, but either way her presence now was confusing. There was an otherness about her, an inhuman quality that let Cleo know this wasn’t a normal girl, but other than that she didn’t know what to make of her; a familiar of some kind?

Her impersonation of the older woman’s voice, pitch perfect and a little disconcerting to hear, alongside her words left Cleo unsure if she was being mocked or praised. Nonetheless she listened carefully as Elaine gave directions to and information about her and Noon’s location and how to contact them. It would be beneficial not to have to arrange such a public meeting next time.

“Lady Forsberg. It was an honor to fight alongside you for the first time. If you would wish to come with us your presence would be welcome. However this errand of hunting a thief is a personal manner so you are not under any obligation.”

@Danchou

A personal matter? While their business for the night was more or less concluded, and although Cleo had some matters of her own to attend to, she couldn’t see any reason why they couldn’t continue to work together for the time being. The whole point of forging an alliance was to assist one another after all and if this personal matter involved dealing with another Servant or Master then it would only benefit her as well.

Before she could give her answer however, she was interrupted once again. Not by Elaine this time, but by what appeared to be another Servant. He… was carrying a tree, of all things, over his shoulder and was rambling something about having Noon’s familiar help prove his love to someone. He seemed quite deranged and for the moment his attention wasn’t on her; she kept quiet and as still as possible so that it stayed that way.

“Saber, hurry back as soon as you can. We have another opponent; a Berserker this time, by the sounds of it.”

@ManyThings@SSW

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Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Canal District - Antagonising Berserker/About to die

Lancer acted quickly to save his Master’s life, throwing an arm around him and hauling him non-too-gently to the side to avoid the first bench thrown their way. The second bench was slightly wide of the mark, even more so with Jackson now on Lancer’s other side, and the fire hydrant was deflected with a mighty swing of his oversized spear, the flat of the blade striking the projectile and knocking it off course enough to miss them.

“My, my; it seems this Servant has sharp senses. I would advise not firing off any more shots so long as they are around to hear it.”

They were still within the confines of Jackson’s bounded field, miraculously, meaning their enemy shouldn’t be able to detect them precisely. It was clear however that they had given away their general location by making the first move; it would be dangerous to stay here. His spear still rang with the impact of the fire hydrant, giving him a good idea of what would have happened should it have hit his Master or even himself. He didn’t imagine being hit by Berserker’s sword would be any better for his health.

“Master, I will keep the Servant occupied. Reposition and hide yourself again; once you are safe we can decide what to do.” With that said Lancer stepped out of the bounded field, revealing himself to both the enemy Servant and Master. Reaching into a pocket of his robes he pulled out a stone of white jade and held it firm. “Is this how a hero fights? Is that sword just a prop? Face me, hero.” Placing the white jade in his mouth and closing his lips, Lancer held the Aram spear at the ready as he waited to see if Berserker would take the bait.

@floodtalon@ItMeGritty@KoL

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Letting his arms drop to his sides as the spell faded from existence, Oberon let out a sigh. It seemed his idea had worked, to an extent, but the pane of mana had still shrunken in size to a degree that he wasn’t happy with; maybe making it smaller in size was a sacrifice he needed to make to be able to complete the spell but if possible he didn’t want to make that concession. A barrier that was too small was of no use to him.

He would have to rethink things a little, take stock of what he had learned and adjust his theories a little. Before then however, he should replenish the mana he had lost. The Sprite sat down and closed his eyes, still in the sunspot he had chosen earlier, and activated both Meditation and Gather Light to refill the reserves of mana that had been depleted so far.

Something interesting had happened when he had tried to convert the mana to the earthen element during his experimentation. The wall had automatically started to lower itself into the ground, as if drawn to the material whose properties he was trying to emulate; why was that the case? It was like the spell was magnetised to the ground in some way. Was that the same phenomena as when his spells seemed to want to shape themselves? The way his magic seemed to know what it wanted to be? Was it something the spell required to be complete?

So far every Earth-aligned spell he had seen used actual earth and rock as a focus or a catalyst; Stone Shot, Sacred Ground, Rock Spire and Earth Wall as used mana to manipulate or charge existing material. There were any spells that were just Earth-aligned mana and nothing else. The same was true of the fire spells he had seen in a way, being made of actual fire rather than just Fire-aligned mana that burned; though in that case it seemed like the fire was created as part of the spell rather than using existing fire, but the principal still held. Elementally-aligned spells needed some of the element it was aligned with as a starting point, either to imbue the mana with its pattern or as a kind of cost. The same was true of his Light spells; he had first created Light Ring by using the energy he had gathered to affect the mana he was holding.

The exception was Nature Mana, but if you took those spells to be ‘life-aligned’ rather than ‘nature-aligned’ then it could be drawing on his own body and life-force to change its alignment.

Oberon opened his eyes, cancelling the Meditation as he became lost in thought. Everyone else still seemed to be gone as the area outside their shelter was still empty and he couldn’t hear any signs of life; to his right he could hear the babbling of the small stream that ran beside their camp. Standing up he began to move towards it, walking that direction until he stood on the banks of the water’s flow. Curious and with an idle thought running through his head he reached down and lowered his hand into the water, letting its current wash over his skin for a moment before he began to channel mana into his hand.

He turned his hand so that his palm was facing the opposite direction of the current and formed a small sphere of mana. It wasn’t a Mana Orb, just a small gathering of non-elemental mana using Mana Shape to form a ball. He wanted to see if the mana would automatically draw in the water and reshape itself to that element or if it was something he would need to consciously do. If after a minute or so nothing happened he would try and draw the water into the small ball of mana in a way not too dissimilar to how he had drawn light into his Mana Orb to form the Light Ring.

Action Report

Used 'Meditation' and 'Gather Light' to replenish mana reserves
Used 'Mana Shape' to form ball of non-elemental mana in the stream
Attempted to draw water into 'Mana Shape'

@Zeroth

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Cleo Forsberg

Latin District, Engaging

They were under attack. The realisation came belatedly, after Saber had moved to cover her, after Noon had been pushed to the ground by his own Servant, after the projectiles had struck the Knight’s protective barrier and after Noon had been whisked into the alleyway by her side for his protection; much like when she had tried to follow Saber’s fight against Lancer the previous night, Servant’s just moved far too quickly for her to track with her comparatively mundane senses.

By the time she had caught up to the situation things were already in hand; both Servants stood ready to fight or defend or whatever else was demanded of them. Ogier urged her to get to safety so he could act, but given their opponent trying to move may put her at more risk than staying where she was; at least here in the alleyway she was out of his line of sight and had the cover of the buildings between her and Archer to protect her, not that that was necessarily a deterrent to a Heroic Spirit of such calibre.

Using the connection between herself and her Servant, Cleo looked through Saber’s eyes once more, borrowing his vision to see their opponent without needing to stick her head out into the open. Archer was still on his perch, still too far away to see clearly, but they knew where he was at least and where he was firing from; he hadn’t moved an inch from when she had seen him before, nothing to indicate he was the one to attack them or even if he was aware of their presence. It was unlikely to be anyone else however.

The fact he had been lying in wait for them, even before they arrived, and had waited until Noon or more specifically Ywain showed up before attacked suggested this was the same Archer that had interrupted their last meeting. That meant their opponent was one of King Arthur’s Knights.

Although he didn’t seem to have any interest in Cleo or Saber at all, this was the second time he had shown his face to them, the second time he had attacked their ally in as many nights. He was aggressive, or maybe just had a personal grudge to deal with, and was a threat that would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

“Kill him.”

@ManyThings@Danchou@SSW@KoL

Revelation Heart : A Yu-Gi-Oh Roleplay

I'm a long way from home.

It was the only thing Kaito could think as he saw the inside of the duel arena; even putting aside the technological marvel that was the arenas themselves, split into four and all currently in use by one applicant or another, the room itself was large enough that everyone in his hometown could have fit inside it with plenty of room to spare. It was enough to make him stop and stare, his mouth hanging open as he ruined his normally stoic appearance by acting like a country bumpkin.

The whole day had been like this so far, one amazing sight after another from huge ferry to the endless city to the campus itself. He'd seen cities before on TV, he wasn't completely out of touch with reality, but seeing it in person was another thing entirely; the size, the scale, the grandeur. It was intimidating, in a way, it made him feel small and out of his depth; it made his stomach do flips.

Seeing the duel arenas, the holograms and the duels taking place was reassuring, something familiar, a place he understood. He could compete there, level the playing field. It was a relief.

He found the teacher he was supposed to be duelling just as her last match ended, the applicant walking away with a dejected look on his face, and Kaito eagerly stepped up to take his place. "Okay, let's get this started."

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Cleo Forsberg

Latin District, Meeting

The young woman in the alleyway gave a start as Noon called out to her in spite of her precautions to keep herself hidden until she chose to reveal herself; had he been able to detect her presence so easily, or had it simply been a lucky guess that she was nearby somewhere, or maybe even just idle small talk made towards her Servant on the assumption that she would be watching through his eyes? She supposed in the end it didn't matter much; she had already decided to put herself at risk tonight by accompanying Saber and revealing herself to her allies, hiding away until the others arrived had just been one last precaution before that moment.

Cleo stepped out of her bounded field but stayed within the alleyway itself, moving forward just enough to be able to see the modern day knight while hopefully not exposing herself to the Servant positioned on the Pantheon so far away. "You're not the only one to keep me waiting Mr Triswich, and you're not the last to arrive, so I'll forgive the inconvenience."

"Stay close to me Saber. Keep an eye on the Servant you saw earlier."

Turning her head in the direction of the Pantheon, although she couldn't see it through the building forming one side of the alleyway, to try and draw Noon's attention in that direction. "There's another Servant nearby. The others haven't arrived yet but if we stay here we might draw unwanted attention; I suggest we move this somewhere else for now and find Caster and her Master later."

@Danchou@ManyThings

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

It would seem that things wouldn't be as easy as he had hoped. The spell did not form as easy as he had expected; there was more to it than just creating a solid sphere-like object by combining two spells together. Much like with the Light Ring the Wall spell wanted to take on its own shape, and the Sprite allowed it to do so if only to see what it would do; unsurprisingly, it flattened out into a thin disc-like object, fitting the idea that this spell was to be used to create a barrier between the user and any incoming attacks.

It was clear that in its current form the Wall wouldn't stop much of anything; it was too thin, too flimsy to provide an adequate defense. He would need to strengthen it before it would be usable in combat, but how to go about doing that? The Wall needed to be stronger, harder, so it would withstand an attack. It was similar to how when he had created the Mana Dart, when he first fired the projectile it had simply crumpled on impact; it had the shape of a dart but didn't have the rigidity to actually piece what it hit. It was the same principle here.

He could compress the mana, shrinking the size of the barrier while making it harder by increasing the density, much like he had with the dart. However, this would increase the cost of the completed spell as well as making the barrier so small as to not provide suitable coverage, especially if he wanted to use it to protect someone other than himself. Perhaps there was a way to harden the mana, change its actual properties, rather than just adding more.

Oberon tried to do just that, concentrating on the disc of mana in front of him as he attempted to somehow produce a shift in the substances properties, to turn it from a floating circle of energy into a solid pane. It was unlike anything he had tried to do before and honestly he had no idea what he was doing, simply attempting to use intent more than anything like logic to affect the mana.

If that didn't work, then perhaps he should try using a different kind of mana entirely, something that was already suited towards this kind of magic to begin with. Nature, Light and Fire; none of those would work, with the possible exception of Light. Instead he thought of Earth, something he had little experience with, and tried to bring forth the same kind of energy he had seen Digbie using a few times; he had seen the Goblin using Stone Shot back in the cave, he had seen the Slime Mage creating spires of rock and he had himself learned how to use Sacred Ground during the previous nights training sessions. If he couldn't make the mana solid, then he would make it rock instead.

Action Report

Attempting to create "Wall" by making the Mana solid
Attempting to create "Wall" by using Earth Mana

@Zeroth