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Boston Park Plaza
The well fashioned servant felt his lips burn as the cold night air stuck to them. The brisk breeze and light snow did little to hide the small upwards twinge of his lips as he was chided by Otto for his dubious behavior. The Golden Archer thought his Master seemed more human when he was flustered like he could make a mistake. Less like a magus and more as an individual. Perhaps that weakness was what had urged the Servant to tease his Anchor. The ghost kicked his legs lightly and gazed back up towards the full moon and let his mind wander. As a scout and guard there was nothing else for him to do but observe his surroundings. Ever white twinkle of sky dust, every shift of the humans below, every light turned off in a nearby building. Archer took all this in almost passively as his shining gaze constantly searched his surroundings.
The roar of a steel chariot above would jerk him away from his autonomous surveillance. The buzz of a helicopter and its "wings" naturally drew Esfandiyār to another part of the city where other of these mounts were gathering. A commotion putting it mildly. Dispersing his body to glittering ash Archer ferried himself to the top of his Master's estate. His Hawk-like eyes zoomed in immediately on the object of his scrutiny. At least three servants fighting with abandon for the secrecy of this war. Perhaps Esfandiyār didn't have any room to complain since he leveled an entire mansion but he'd refrained from doing so in the middle of pedestrians. Flexing his fingers the golden bow appeared in his grasp along with a single gleaming arrow.
Notching the projectile into his bow he'd speak plainly with his Master, "Master... There's a skirmish elsewhere in the city. I count at least three servants, including a Caster servant judging by the familiar's he's employing." His gaze homed in on the Caster as he was engaged with directing his familiars. The diamond tipped weapon scrutinized every feature of the magician's face down to the confident grin on his lips, "Do I have permission to intervene Master?" Many miles away from the carnage and conflict the single arrow would begin to crackle and hum with magical energy. Enough to rival the strongest A rank spells or a small incoming missile it was swirling with enough energy to go toe-to-toe with an average Noble Phantasm impact. More than enough to blow away the enemy Caster, his familiars, and the entire structure in which he was standing.
As soon as he had gotten the order the silver bullet would be loosed. Screaming across the sky like a bolt of lightning, breaking the sound barrier by a wide margin. A single screaming bullet that rivaled the speed of his loosed chains and would burst past all but the most sturdy of defenses. A moment later a myriad of arrows manifested into the bow as Archer pulled them back already starting to take aim at his next targets. The issue of Otto's treasure would have to wait until these troublemakers had scurried back into their holes.
The Archer would sigh heavily as some honied words filled his brain as his fangs dripped back into pace. The open wounds in the air would close as he who bore the Heavenly Chains would bind them tightly back into his essence. The unusually cold atmosphere between them was cuttable with a dagger as the man in black spoke plainly, "You lies, keep them. I don't want to hear any more of your twisted excuses... " Clearly Esfandiyār was done listening to this conversation and turned his back on her. The blacken clad shoulders were broad and muscular, imposing like a steel wall.
After a quick discussion with his Master telepathically he'd tell the nosy Rider a meeting place and time. Adding mentally to no one but himself that he'd make sure to notch an arrow with her name on it as soon as he'd been given the chance. Then without the dignity of a farewell the Golden servant would vanish into mist. Seconds later his presence would fade from the surrounding area allowing the Cavalry servant to feel at ease with herself. Death had retreated for now.
For all his Master's strengths the bowman thought he was a fool for letting the Rider servant off so easily. Though perhaps it was his own bitterness that was filling him with such thoughts. No matter, Archer thought as he watched his Master from a vantage point a just over ten dozen meters from the hotel. A distance his arrows could close in an instant. In his fashionable suit no less he'd keep his sharp eyes primed on his precious boss. Deigning that his glowing eyes would cause too much of a stir he'd play the scout for now as well as watch for anything suspicious. Then again perhaps a lone male hanging his legs off the edge of a skyscraper was somewhat odd as well, "Master... I'd request you not indulge in Liquor too much. I'm already questioning your wit as it is."
After a quick discussion with his Master telepathically he'd tell the nosy Rider a meeting place and time. Adding mentally to no one but himself that he'd make sure to notch an arrow with her name on it as soon as he'd been given the chance. Then without the dignity of a farewell the Golden servant would vanish into mist. Seconds later his presence would fade from the surrounding area allowing the Cavalry servant to feel at ease with herself. Death had retreated for now.
Boston Park Plaza
June 29th, 2022
Mirage Umbral Waltz
June 29th, 2022
Mirage Umbral Waltz
For all his Master's strengths the bowman thought he was a fool for letting the Rider servant off so easily. Though perhaps it was his own bitterness that was filling him with such thoughts. No matter, Archer thought as he watched his Master from a vantage point a just over ten dozen meters from the hotel. A distance his arrows could close in an instant. In his fashionable suit no less he'd keep his sharp eyes primed on his precious boss. Deigning that his glowing eyes would cause too much of a stir he'd play the scout for now as well as watch for anything suspicious. Then again perhaps a lone male hanging his legs off the edge of a skyscraper was somewhat odd as well, "Master... I'd request you not indulge in Liquor too much. I'm already questioning your wit as it is."
The Habsburg Ruin
Affixing his gaze on the truck as it was thrown forward Archer would feel his lips upturn slightly. The dagger tipped chains would tear into the outside of the Truck as they sailed through the air several meters. The glittering claws rending large gashes into the steel as if it were made of paper and several handles to the doors were knocked off like a trivial hunk of metal. The tires that had been Archer's object of interest bounced over the initial thrust of the bindings. With a thought a myriad more "holes" opened up in space where the truck had crudely landed. Rider would expect the Noble Phantasm to shoot forward a split second later but swiftly they closed again as Naoko was allowed to swerve and retreat off into the distance, "Understood." The conversation between himself and Otto had been completed in a fraction of a second and the fangs of Esfandiyār had been retracted for the moment, appearing as countless daggers hovering around the Bowman.
"Hold your tongue," Animosity was thrown across the battlefield with the potency of a loosed arrow striking Rider in the breast. Staring at the Saber without any hesitation of concern Esfandiyār began to walk towards his "guest" and all the civility had faded from his face. The clock of his heels on the ruined stone reminded the Cavalry Servant of a clock ticking down. Ten seconds till he came to stand before her. Not a weapon nor the vaguest notion of armor adorning his body, "Your party has torn something from Otto's dwelling in my absence, whether in good will or ill... And now wish to negotiate a meeting?" It was a slight and an insult in the same breadth to his Master. To that end, spitefully, he didn't bother to correct her mistaken identity. Gilgamesh? Such a title was beneath him as a Knight but it seemed to coil the tension so tightly in his quarry he took mild delight in it.
"Make your case Rider, quickly, before I run you through... The only reason I let your entourage escape was because Otto willed it. If you've some gratitude I suggest you try not to tarnish that good will." Anger. Normally he was composed and efficient but such disregard for his honor and Master he couldn't help but become more than a little riled up. As if to enunciate the point the Chains around their bodies all angled down at her and it was clear the outcome that'd await anyone entrapped in their coils. Immobilization. Crushed body. Twisted limbs. Death itself awaited from the Judgement of the executioner.
The savy man in black moved slowly and with purpose towards the one who called herself Rider. The snow blue stare drifted from her battle gear to the truck behind her then back to the rubble. Quickly his eyes noticed a bit of shifted debris he'd not noticed before where the flesh of the building had been overturned. Even as the slab of rock shifted slightly with a grating jostle of stone he'd feel his intuition pointing directly at the lady before him. Or rather the party as a whole had arrived to survey the carcass of the The Habsburg Ruin in his absence. Rembering his standing orders from Otto the Lion maned Archer took up his stance fifteen meters from his fellow Servant, "Yes. Otto Habsburg is alive and well... In fact I was tasked with returning and surveying the wreckage."
The sound of a engine igniting and sputtering reached Esfandiyār's ears as he realized that whatever had been retrieved from the wreckage was likely within that vehicle. Naturally it could be the object that his Master had sent him to retrieve and tracking down the escapee after finishing up his civil discussion with Rider would prove a hassle. Muttering a brief aria under his breath the other Servant could feel the air itself distort as if a hole had been opened in multiple places. Fangs piercing the air and flashing forward in the blink of an eye in a streak of radiant gold. Chains of pure luxury snaked around the Food Truck in the blink of an eye. Numerous and impossibly long they tightened their coils around Naoko's mode of transite. These shackles defied common sense as they began to bite into the steel and the bearings of the wheels threatening to twist off the spinning treads. After the initial "bite" of the glimmering chains there was no more damage inflicted by the bindings which seemed merely content with holding its prey in place. There was no mistaking that the regal servant could tear the Food Truck apart at a whim.
"I would imagine robbing from my Charge's manor could be construed as rude," At the mention of Class the weaponless bowman wouldn't answer immediately. Instead he'd carry out a brief conversation in his mind. The exchange took the speed of thought and caused the Hero to break into a smile, "I'd rather not play the part of an Executioner, so I'll ask you return the object you've likely stashed within that truck." The hesitation and slow approach of the other servant showed she wasn't in a rush to fight and the small glance over her shoulder showed concern. At least the brief moment before the shining embrace emerged from the sky, "What say you... Rider?"
The sound of a engine igniting and sputtering reached Esfandiyār's ears as he realized that whatever had been retrieved from the wreckage was likely within that vehicle. Naturally it could be the object that his Master had sent him to retrieve and tracking down the escapee after finishing up his civil discussion with Rider would prove a hassle. Muttering a brief aria under his breath the other Servant could feel the air itself distort as if a hole had been opened in multiple places. Fangs piercing the air and flashing forward in the blink of an eye in a streak of radiant gold. Chains of pure luxury snaked around the Food Truck in the blink of an eye. Numerous and impossibly long they tightened their coils around Naoko's mode of transite. These shackles defied common sense as they began to bite into the steel and the bearings of the wheels threatening to twist off the spinning treads. After the initial "bite" of the glimmering chains there was no more damage inflicted by the bindings which seemed merely content with holding its prey in place. There was no mistaking that the regal servant could tear the Food Truck apart at a whim.
"I would imagine robbing from my Charge's manor could be construed as rude," At the mention of Class the weaponless bowman wouldn't answer immediately. Instead he'd carry out a brief conversation in his mind. The exchange took the speed of thought and caused the Hero to break into a smile, "I'd rather not play the part of an Executioner, so I'll ask you return the object you've likely stashed within that truck." The hesitation and slow approach of the other servant showed she wasn't in a rush to fight and the small glance over her shoulder showed concern. At least the brief moment before the shining embrace emerged from the sky, "What say you... Rider?"
Boston Park Plaza Hotel
Archer felt his nerves recovering quickly from the energy he'd exhausted. Flexing the bare muscular and calloused fingers of his hand he'd reaffirm this notion. The energy had already returned to him in the mere hour they'd been driving and setting up shop here. Unable to idenitfy or track Assassin or even find her Master they'd retired for now. Readorning himself in his fashionable black suit the Invincible Archer would be sprawled out in a chair silently as Otto paced back and forth with a mixture of emotions that the machine of the bow couldn't fathom. He'd protected his Master from an unknown threat no matter the cost. Great wars had often had much more sacrifice than a modest bit of housing, "Of course. You needn't concern yourself of that detail... I'll find your trinkets Master."
By this time it was likely that the estate was crawling with Police and other individuals drawn by the smoke and destruction. The thought of the battered and bruises guard flashed to mind. The broken man that had escaped death with the intervention of an angel. Clad in black as a matter of fact, "And if any witnesses on the scene?" Sure he could sneak in through spirit form but clearing a less than minor amount of debris wouldn't be a quick process. Though he was sure he could come up with more than a few distractions to keep them occupied with minor collateral damage and mayhem. Not that he'd even hesitate to slay everyone who'd get in the way of him and the Jewels that his Master sought even if it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
Taking the pendant Archer would stand to his feet and take the Jewel of Shared Perception and tuck it into his breast pocket. The Golden Bowman bowed once before fading into a icy golden mist. The last feature to vanish from Otto's eyes were those piercing blue eyes that illuminated the soul itself. Then his strongest pawn was off on the wind to venture back to the estate... Using the wind itself to make the journey unknown to everyone in the city. A possible calamity was passing through their midst.
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Ten minutes later, after the multiple hour drive to the Hotel Otto had procured, the well dressed destroyer reappeared in the garden with a casual expression on his face. Hovering for the slightest moment his feet would touch down on the ground with a faint 'tap' as he surveyed the wreckage. Turning to face the reality of his power in its entirety his radiant gaze flicked across the entirety of the rubble. His mind reconstructed the rooms and elements within them to try and determine where he'd begin digging. He'd have to make his endeavor here quick and to the point. Like an architect flicking through blueprints he'd connect patches of raw and marred earth to the map he'd conjured in his mind's eye, "Right about here..." The feeling of the earth beneath his feet was satisfying. The texture of broken rock cracking soothing to his ears as it reminded him of his barren homeland.
Morbid and strange, sure, but it was something that he couldn't help drawing reference to. Turning his senses outwards he'd sense a tug on his Spiritual Core. A familiar presence that was like yet unlike his own. Turning halve a step on the rubbled earth he'd scout his surroundings before taking note of the vehicle parked nearby and how it'd been abandoned. The blue eyes drifted slightly over more to the guard's ruined shack nearby that the bowman had leveled himself, "You there.... Whomever arrived in my absence. Come out and identify yourself." There was no need to play nice when it was obvious that there was a Servant involved, and they likewise could sense his arrival. His tone wasn't threatening but it was, at the same time, far from casual or friendly. A prince demanding those in his presence to bring themselves to light.
Archer felt his nerves recovering quickly from the energy he'd exhausted. Flexing the bare muscular and calloused fingers of his hand he'd reaffirm this notion. The energy had already returned to him in the mere hour they'd been driving and setting up shop here. Unable to idenitfy or track Assassin or even find her Master they'd retired for now. Readorning himself in his fashionable black suit the Invincible Archer would be sprawled out in a chair silently as Otto paced back and forth with a mixture of emotions that the machine of the bow couldn't fathom. He'd protected his Master from an unknown threat no matter the cost. Great wars had often had much more sacrifice than a modest bit of housing, "Of course. You needn't concern yourself of that detail... I'll find your trinkets Master."
By this time it was likely that the estate was crawling with Police and other individuals drawn by the smoke and destruction. The thought of the battered and bruises guard flashed to mind. The broken man that had escaped death with the intervention of an angel. Clad in black as a matter of fact, "And if any witnesses on the scene?" Sure he could sneak in through spirit form but clearing a less than minor amount of debris wouldn't be a quick process. Though he was sure he could come up with more than a few distractions to keep them occupied with minor collateral damage and mayhem. Not that he'd even hesitate to slay everyone who'd get in the way of him and the Jewels that his Master sought even if it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
Taking the pendant Archer would stand to his feet and take the Jewel of Shared Perception and tuck it into his breast pocket. The Golden Bowman bowed once before fading into a icy golden mist. The last feature to vanish from Otto's eyes were those piercing blue eyes that illuminated the soul itself. Then his strongest pawn was off on the wind to venture back to the estate... Using the wind itself to make the journey unknown to everyone in the city. A possible calamity was passing through their midst.
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Ten minutes later, after the multiple hour drive to the Hotel Otto had procured, the well dressed destroyer reappeared in the garden with a casual expression on his face. Hovering for the slightest moment his feet would touch down on the ground with a faint 'tap' as he surveyed the wreckage. Turning to face the reality of his power in its entirety his radiant gaze flicked across the entirety of the rubble. His mind reconstructed the rooms and elements within them to try and determine where he'd begin digging. He'd have to make his endeavor here quick and to the point. Like an architect flicking through blueprints he'd connect patches of raw and marred earth to the map he'd conjured in his mind's eye, "Right about here..." The feeling of the earth beneath his feet was satisfying. The texture of broken rock cracking soothing to his ears as it reminded him of his barren homeland.
Morbid and strange, sure, but it was something that he couldn't help drawing reference to. Turning his senses outwards he'd sense a tug on his Spiritual Core. A familiar presence that was like yet unlike his own. Turning halve a step on the rubbled earth he'd scout his surroundings before taking note of the vehicle parked nearby and how it'd been abandoned. The blue eyes drifted slightly over more to the guard's ruined shack nearby that the bowman had leveled himself, "You there.... Whomever arrived in my absence. Come out and identify yourself." There was no need to play nice when it was obvious that there was a Servant involved, and they likewise could sense his arrival. His tone wasn't threatening but it was, at the same time, far from casual or friendly. A prince demanding those in his presence to bring themselves to light.
The bellowing smoke would clear with an orange flame that roared forth.The mediocre bullets weren't even bothered to be avoided... Modern weaponry even in the hands of a Servant not containing enough Mystery to harm him. Shielding his face he'd watch the Assassin be mowed down by the barrage he'd set forth, but his gut told him this was too easy. Mounting his magical energy into his bow countless arrows began to manifest and take shape under Archer's command as he weighed his options. The azure tips cracking with magical energy it would make his previous volley paltry in comparison once released from the taut bowstring.
Archer smiled as the less than fortunate guard's safety. The servant naturally put his master's safety first and foremost he hadn't hesitated when the innocent was going to be caught in the crossfire. One less bloodstain on his conscious made him feel his lips curl upwards with intrigue. What a polite and selective murderer. The twin blue daggers nestled firmly in Archer's skull quickly darted around the scene and assessed the aftermath. "Hmmm." A fleeting streak of black was the only thing his sharp eyes needed to decide on his next recourse. Projecting in his mind's eye a complete map of the layout of the interior he'd reference quickly all the possible paths Assassin could have taken. Applying the approximate speed of Assassin he'd bring his aim to target every relevant corridor and passage that the assailant could be taking enroute to his Master. Human sharpshooters could track a target and make a precise shot. A feat within the realm of Mortals... This however was a Heroic Spirit with whom logic and mortal abilities meant nothing.
"Lets see what our little rat is capable of shall we?" Stilling his breath the bowman would set his focus on every target he deemed to strike true. Esfandiyār would release the dam that was holding back the hail of arrows which harried into the sky like a blue tide and descended upon the Estate with overwhelming force. Assuming Assassin maintained the same swift speed through her entire trip towards their destination every corridor and path that could have been taken as she followed the "thread" would have a two meter in diameter hole open up in the ceiling. An Icy hell rained down from above at these points... A area too wide to merely rush past and vast enough that even if he was slightly off he'd still deal moderate damage to his quarry. These points would collapse almost immediately from the assault akin to tens of rockets going off in the building.
The Invincible Archer felt his breathing resume as the carnage was cemented into the landscape. Nothing was certain in war so he wasn't about to get arrogant when he couldn't even verify his tactic. Vanishing into a golden mist the loyal knight would travel on the winds to Otto's side as the very structure of their estate was likely compromised. Reappearing in his full golden splendor walking alongside the bodyguards the Servant of the bow kept his eyes peeled and his instinct sharp as he waited for their invader to make themselves known, "You'd best hurry along Master. I somehow doubt she'd be defeated even if we brought the building down on top of her." Ignoring the startled nature of the guards he'd keep his senses alert as they moved towards the evac point.
Archer smiled as the less than fortunate guard's safety. The servant naturally put his master's safety first and foremost he hadn't hesitated when the innocent was going to be caught in the crossfire. One less bloodstain on his conscious made him feel his lips curl upwards with intrigue. What a polite and selective murderer. The twin blue daggers nestled firmly in Archer's skull quickly darted around the scene and assessed the aftermath. "Hmmm." A fleeting streak of black was the only thing his sharp eyes needed to decide on his next recourse. Projecting in his mind's eye a complete map of the layout of the interior he'd reference quickly all the possible paths Assassin could have taken. Applying the approximate speed of Assassin he'd bring his aim to target every relevant corridor and passage that the assailant could be taking enroute to his Master. Human sharpshooters could track a target and make a precise shot. A feat within the realm of Mortals... This however was a Heroic Spirit with whom logic and mortal abilities meant nothing.
"Lets see what our little rat is capable of shall we?" Stilling his breath the bowman would set his focus on every target he deemed to strike true. Esfandiyār would release the dam that was holding back the hail of arrows which harried into the sky like a blue tide and descended upon the Estate with overwhelming force. Assuming Assassin maintained the same swift speed through her entire trip towards their destination every corridor and path that could have been taken as she followed the "thread" would have a two meter in diameter hole open up in the ceiling. An Icy hell rained down from above at these points... A area too wide to merely rush past and vast enough that even if he was slightly off he'd still deal moderate damage to his quarry. These points would collapse almost immediately from the assault akin to tens of rockets going off in the building.
The Invincible Archer felt his breathing resume as the carnage was cemented into the landscape. Nothing was certain in war so he wasn't about to get arrogant when he couldn't even verify his tactic. Vanishing into a golden mist the loyal knight would travel on the winds to Otto's side as the very structure of their estate was likely compromised. Reappearing in his full golden splendor walking alongside the bodyguards the Servant of the bow kept his eyes peeled and his instinct sharp as he waited for their invader to make themselves known, "You'd best hurry along Master. I somehow doubt she'd be defeated even if we brought the building down on top of her." Ignoring the startled nature of the guards he'd keep his senses alert as they moved towards the evac point.
The servant of golden splendor had returned upon his master's whims quickly. The wind itself carried his essence beyond the normal speed of travel. A blustering arrival to his Master's quarters as a plum of charred earth rose into the sky. The smell of marred civilization quickly reached his nostrils as his feet manifested the sensation of solid earth. The black suit he'd bought sullied with gritty tones of gray and brown immediately as Esfandiyār positioned himself downwind of the carnage. Sharp eyes dissected everything about the intruder down the tiniest detail. Stance, the speed at which their fingers found the trigger, and the object that caught their uncovered eye. This "shooter" was subpar and agonizingly slow compared to Archer's ability to hit a target but that didn't make them any less deadly. The brutal roar of a grenade or similar explosive detonating and ripping apart had alerted everyone within a couple hundred meters of the plight transpiring here. Still the empowering flow of Od flowed easily into his body and powered his core with an abundance of energy, "Master. I trust you're alright."
Harrying quickly Archer positioned himself within fifty meters of the perimeter, equally spacing himself between the cracked and burning abode and the less than subtle assailant. Materializing his bow between his nimble fingers he'd pluck back a single shot as the target fired off their second round. Such a distance was trivial, his arrows might as well have been made of lightning itself as they traversed the range to their target almost instantly. The second round of the Assassin was cleaved through by a gleaming streak of Azure the moment it'd left the barrel. The force and expert impact split the round in half cleanly and the enemy Servant watched the two halves sail harmlessly through the air with her inhuman perception. The details of the blue bolt registered in her swift brain. A shaft of glittering gold wood, a blue gleaming tip, and enough magical energy filling the shot to completely obliterate Assassin's top half with a single precise shot. A millisecond later the shot impacted the ground before the sneaky wraith with an explosion equal to if not greater to the shot that had wrenched open Otto's estate.
Though for an assassin a window that large, fractions of a second, was more than enough time to leap backwards and away from the impact. This was a battle between inhuman beings called Servants after all. The cloudless blue sky shimmered as the same second had given Archer the time to notch back tens if not at least a hundred arrows which were loosed with inhuman precision. Esfandiyār's icy gaze had in the briefest moment studied his target and how they'd reacted to his opening strike. The leg they favored, the slant of their body, the first glance of their eyes. Using his observation compounded with his superior "gut" instinct Archer would predict which way Assassin would flee from the hail of arrows. The hail of magical bullets would target in a tight cluster, a gradually sharpening cone that concentrated where the shady Servant was predicted to have dodged. Even if was incorrect the arrow rain wasn't so easily avoided as they covered a wide area.
Drawing back the silver bowstring Archer would notch three more arrows. Their sleek lengths cracked and popped with a surplus of magical energy. So much so that they might burst apart as Archer exhaled and took aim once more, "Otto, I suggest you make yourself useful and flee as far as possible from the affected area. I don't want to blow up the room you're dwelling in by accident." Speaking plainly through his mental link with his high-class master Esfandiyār exhaled to steady his aim. No wasted motion or thoughts... Merely imagining his bullets piercing his enemy. Throat. Left Calf. Dominant Arm. These three targets lined up in his sights he'd release his bellowing missiles with a resounding crack. The Golden Bowman's fangs breached the sound barrier and shot towards Assassin's carcass the moment the volley had finished its descent upon the courtyard.
Harrying quickly Archer positioned himself within fifty meters of the perimeter, equally spacing himself between the cracked and burning abode and the less than subtle assailant. Materializing his bow between his nimble fingers he'd pluck back a single shot as the target fired off their second round. Such a distance was trivial, his arrows might as well have been made of lightning itself as they traversed the range to their target almost instantly. The second round of the Assassin was cleaved through by a gleaming streak of Azure the moment it'd left the barrel. The force and expert impact split the round in half cleanly and the enemy Servant watched the two halves sail harmlessly through the air with her inhuman perception. The details of the blue bolt registered in her swift brain. A shaft of glittering gold wood, a blue gleaming tip, and enough magical energy filling the shot to completely obliterate Assassin's top half with a single precise shot. A millisecond later the shot impacted the ground before the sneaky wraith with an explosion equal to if not greater to the shot that had wrenched open Otto's estate.
Though for an assassin a window that large, fractions of a second, was more than enough time to leap backwards and away from the impact. This was a battle between inhuman beings called Servants after all. The cloudless blue sky shimmered as the same second had given Archer the time to notch back tens if not at least a hundred arrows which were loosed with inhuman precision. Esfandiyār's icy gaze had in the briefest moment studied his target and how they'd reacted to his opening strike. The leg they favored, the slant of their body, the first glance of their eyes. Using his observation compounded with his superior "gut" instinct Archer would predict which way Assassin would flee from the hail of arrows. The hail of magical bullets would target in a tight cluster, a gradually sharpening cone that concentrated where the shady Servant was predicted to have dodged. Even if was incorrect the arrow rain wasn't so easily avoided as they covered a wide area.
Drawing back the silver bowstring Archer would notch three more arrows. Their sleek lengths cracked and popped with a surplus of magical energy. So much so that they might burst apart as Archer exhaled and took aim once more, "Otto, I suggest you make yourself useful and flee as far as possible from the affected area. I don't want to blow up the room you're dwelling in by accident." Speaking plainly through his mental link with his high-class master Esfandiyār exhaled to steady his aim. No wasted motion or thoughts... Merely imagining his bullets piercing his enemy. Throat. Left Calf. Dominant Arm. These three targets lined up in his sights he'd release his bellowing missiles with a resounding crack. The Golden Bowman's fangs breached the sound barrier and shot towards Assassin's carcass the moment the volley had finished its descent upon the courtyard.
Archer didn't even bother committing the rather haughty order from his master to memory. He'd been summoned to win the war for Otto and without Otto he couldn't even achieve his own wish. So a meaningless thing like pride hardly had a place in their discussion. The knight had never had such a thing to begin with, no Chivalry or Morals beyond the Machine called Esfandiyār. As the golden warrior took a single step out of the circle the full "weight" of a Servant fell upon the Magus's circuits. Even if the general upkeep was supported by the grail Otto felt as if he were supporting a hundred generic Servants. They were as incomparable as heaven and earth, "Very well... I understand."
Hopefully, if he had one selfish wish, that this spellcaster was even slightly more honorable than Goshtasp. Though that margin was extraordinarily small to be able to achieve. The instrument made flesh would cross his arms in front of his chest with an equally intimidating stare at Otto, "You may call me Esfandiyār." The invincible warrior that even the Great Rostam couldn't best in fair combat and renowned as one of the greatest Paladins and beast slayers.
It was immediately clear why the Servant seemed to tower over Otto. While the magus had often dealings politically and had wooed his place in the world through clever intrigue this Man had literally slaughtered countless people for his title. Esfandiyār's confidence was built upon a mountain of corpses and countless labors that the entire would acknowledged. If Otto was a great general and diplomat then this Golden Warrior was the most accomplished war general in the army. Still this "general" would bow to no one else even if the odds were stacked against them. The Paladin's legend was a testament to that.
Hopefully, if he had one selfish wish, that this spellcaster was even slightly more honorable than Goshtasp. Though that margin was extraordinarily small to be able to achieve. The instrument made flesh would cross his arms in front of his chest with an equally intimidating stare at Otto, "You may call me Esfandiyār." The invincible warrior that even the Great Rostam couldn't best in fair combat and renowned as one of the greatest Paladins and beast slayers.
It was immediately clear why the Servant seemed to tower over Otto. While the magus had often dealings politically and had wooed his place in the world through clever intrigue this Man had literally slaughtered countless people for his title. Esfandiyār's confidence was built upon a mountain of corpses and countless labors that the entire would acknowledged. If Otto was a great general and diplomat then this Golden Warrior was the most accomplished war general in the army. Still this "general" would bow to no one else even if the odds were stacked against them. The Paladin's legend was a testament to that.
The Invincible Warrior. The Scourge of Rostam. The Divine Knight of Zartosht. There were many names that could attribute themselves to "Archer" even as he was bound by nothing. Drifted through nothing as he was excluded from time and space. Cursed the Golden Warrior merely floated without purpose as if in an idle dream. Infinite experiences and infinite fantasies from his many incarnations filled his mind without pause. All of these images flowed together into an incoherent but immensely beautiful collage of existence he couldn't hope to dissect with a thousand lifetimes. Even if he tried he'd only have to muddle through an endless addition of new existences that were called "Heroic Spirit Esfandiyār". So he'd stopped thinking about it and let his mind be at peace. His eyes idly watching the various worlds pass him by like idle stars in the void that had claimed his Soul.
Then that which was boundless was abruptly narrowed down to a jagged point. The ambient and undefined hardened into a familiar sense that brought back the feeling of being alive. Touch, smell, sound... These senses filled his newly formed brain that was identical to that which had been in his skill upon Archer's death. Festive sweetness filled Esfandiyār's nostrils as he inhaled his first breath in this modern era telling him immediately that this wasn't a mere domain of a magus. Knowledge, modern and historic, flowed like a river into the Servant's brain as he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes this vast array of knowledge pointed out items around the room. Clock. Picture. Paper. Door. The list of things he "knew" but couldn't comprehend continued to mount until his eyes came to rest on a rather conspicuous man. The eyes with a blue shimmer would become slender as they took in the Magus's complete form which oozed confidence. Seeped arrogance. It reminded him of a certain King.
Brushing the thoughts from his mind Archer would fully materialize as the spell reached its climax and filled the room with abrupt light that blinded Otto. When his vision returned albeit peppered with stars the mage saw a golden hero standing before him. Peerless and proud the bowman had yet to manifest his weapon but the Master's clairvoyance would let him know quickly he'd far from failed in pulling the Archer he so desired, "You, Magi... You who's summoned me in the guise of Archer. I ask here and now if you are my Master." Archer felt vastly empowered and likewise looked over his own body. Yes the amount of Od funneling into his body was more than sufficient for this War. Especially in this particular vessel Esfandiyār would have no problem fighting to his full potential even should his Master be an incompetent fool.
Then that which was boundless was abruptly narrowed down to a jagged point. The ambient and undefined hardened into a familiar sense that brought back the feeling of being alive. Touch, smell, sound... These senses filled his newly formed brain that was identical to that which had been in his skill upon Archer's death. Festive sweetness filled Esfandiyār's nostrils as he inhaled his first breath in this modern era telling him immediately that this wasn't a mere domain of a magus. Knowledge, modern and historic, flowed like a river into the Servant's brain as he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes this vast array of knowledge pointed out items around the room. Clock. Picture. Paper. Door. The list of things he "knew" but couldn't comprehend continued to mount until his eyes came to rest on a rather conspicuous man. The eyes with a blue shimmer would become slender as they took in the Magus's complete form which oozed confidence. Seeped arrogance. It reminded him of a certain King.
Brushing the thoughts from his mind Archer would fully materialize as the spell reached its climax and filled the room with abrupt light that blinded Otto. When his vision returned albeit peppered with stars the mage saw a golden hero standing before him. Peerless and proud the bowman had yet to manifest his weapon but the Master's clairvoyance would let him know quickly he'd far from failed in pulling the Archer he so desired, "You, Magi... You who's summoned me in the guise of Archer. I ask here and now if you are my Master." Archer felt vastly empowered and likewise looked over his own body. Yes the amount of Od funneling into his body was more than sufficient for this War. Especially in this particular vessel Esfandiyār would have no problem fighting to his full potential even should his Master be an incompetent fool.
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