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Post by Natasha on Oct 7, 2015 22:07:41 GMT
The sudden turn in tact of the Servant to all this talk of protecting her took Natasha quite off-guard; unable to help but feel flattered by even such a bare minimum of attention – well, this was at least an improvement… hopefully? Perhaps she ought to be more careful what she wished for, especially as the armour-clad man chided her words. And, a handful of names, now? Berserker, Merlin, Mordred, Kullervo, Brynhild… weird names! But that was probably a given for Servants. She was a bit surprised how quick they were to talk about their real names, though; didn’t they usually operate under their class names instead? It was a bit bizarre. For now, Natasha just tried to match the names and people – thankfully, with all their talking it was a little easier for her to recognise them. “Thank you, Mister Saber… and Mister, er, Berserker?” replied Natasha a little shyly to her compatriots, unsure of what to make of the strangely located voice – was the younger warrior slouched now? The voice didn’t seem to match the man, but oh well. Making assumptions was not a good hobby for a magus, much less a blind one. The talk of wielders and translation just went over the girl’s head at this point – Servants were weird! This was just silly. Best to just stay professional, right? And then came the word of ‘Brynhild’, seeming even more cocky than her Saber teammate. The confidence and reassurance was certainly appreciated; she seemed one of the more human souls here given her demeanour and manner of speaking – perhaps she’d done all this before? “Ah, I couldn’t possibly argue with extra protection, could I? Please, go ahead, Lancer.” replied Natasha, albeit trying to keep up with the rest of the lady’s musings. The feeling of being drawn upon was unique, but not unwelcome; the touch gave her a bit of insight into the Servant’s features, at least. Natasha could certainly feel the buzz of magic of their presence though; her bizarre magical anatomy making it hard to ignore the nearby mana. It made her a bit hungry, honestly… Trying to keep up with the events around her, Natasha was taken off-guard by the eventual presence of the ‘Jester’; albeit not in the way she expected – fluffy! What kind of Servant was this, exactly? Did he just shove his hair into her arm? And then the gentle weight on her shoulder… wait, she knew this thing! The adorable and darling Fou! The Master’s weakness for the cute and soft had led to her pampering the animal more than a few times, so it certainly wasn’t the first time she’d felt the being… so, Fou was this Merlin’s familiar, then? The presence was comforting, regardless; and she soon felt the magician’s magical touch on her hand – a pleasant buzz for her ingrained circuits. It was very different to holding a hand to her sensitive touch, but far from unwelcome. Though, she found it a bit weird that the Servant insisted on talking through his familiar, too… “A talking sword…? It sounds like that’s novel even among Servants…” mused Natasha curiously, gently connecting the dots – well, it was no more bizarre than anything else that was going on here. “Um, so Fou is your familiar, Mister Merlin?” asked the girl; giving into her idle curiosity – she had to know what was going on with that ball of fluff and this Servant. B-Besides, what else was she supposed to talk about? Surely any small talk she could offer would be lost on these heroes; they’d probably much rather talk about fighting armies single-handedly or slaying dragons or whatever. Maybe it would be best just to encourage their boasting for now instead? While Mordred and Brynhild moved out, Natasha followed her mental map to the water’s edge; able to barely hear the liquid’s movements as she approached… it was definitely quieter than anything called a river ought to be. No hint of life, either; not that she would be able to tell very well given the smog that clouded her sense of smell. Still, as she tapped forward with her cane to double check the presence of the water, the lady was satisfied and knelt down to fiddle with one of the cubes she’d been given. With a bit of groping about she got familiar with the shape once more and gently opened it with tap – thankfully, this was something she did bother to get used to before setting out. Checking the presence of the water again with her cane to assure her position, Natasha finally dipped the cube into the water – ah. The st-----g penalty -- fi-e. -i-- penalty, -ody penalty, f---dom penalty, f-me penalty, f--t--e penalty. Give -h- pen---- that extends so ---- pu-----nt, mud, ---ness, -nd ma--ce. “El------ -- human ri--ts -- castration, -----, --ecut-on” “Torture and ------ upon the ---- ---ough dig-stion” “Den--l by c---nsus of --- -olony that eli----- all --nour”
“KYAAAAA!!!Dragging her arm back out of the thick, viscous water; Natasha could feel her skin burn and char as if coated in acid – stained black with cursed mud. Flailing her arm blindly, the lady managed to make the feeling subside as the substance was flung back into the river… her arm appeared fine to the eye, now; but the Master certainly felt awful within. It was like someone had just poured soup through the hollows of all her bones and organs; it was abhorrent… she just wanted throw up her entire body. Thankfully, the feeling passed fairly quickly... but she didn’t look forward to doing that again. At least she got the sample…
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Post by Mordred on Oct 7, 2015 22:53:10 GMT
The way the Berserker's sword began to speak on it's own, conveying the emotions and desires he held, was unusual to Mordred, but it was of little consequence. “Good. Continue to do so while we perform our task.” At least there was someone who seemed potentially capable left with the Master, things could've gotten dicey if there were two completely unreliable people left guarding the one most vital to the mission.
With a quick “You're welcome,” of acknowledgment at her Master's words, Mordred set off on her own to begin forming the perimeter against ghouls. She left Brynhild behind as she prepared the runic defenses for their Master. She had little doubt that the other Heroic Spirit could catch up to her rather effortlessly, and if she could not, then there was no reason for them to be scouting together in the first place.
“Hmm...a small pack roaming Eastward...I don't think they caught sight of us yet, but they should be kept under watch.” Brynhild's methods of scouting were more fantastic to behold, yet Mordred couldn't help but wonder just how much more effective they would be than a more simple patrol.
When Brynhild voiced her desire to eliminate the pack of ghouls, Mordred shrugged. There was no reason not to, after all: They were enemies, and a potential threat despite their weakness. Clarent materialized in her hand, and as she was just about to dispatch the undead monstrosities, an overwhelming sense of fire, death, and pain seared through the mental connection of Master and Servant. It was obvious, their Master was not just in danger, but already harmed.
Prana all but exploded from Mordred as she seemed to disappear from existence, with the only sign she existed for about a second and a half being the mound-craters she left in the disheveled earth as she flew back to Natasha's side. When she materializes, she looks around, trying to find the cause of the pain. When no foe is present, she kneels down to check up on their stricken Master. “Master, are you alright?! What in Perdition happened to you?!”
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Post by Frankenmoe on Oct 8, 2015 1:21:06 GMT
Ukonvasara liked the attention, though saying that the sword had an ego was partially true it wasn't the case. It was merely that the sword responded to attention in a manner that might imply that it was gifted with an ego. "Yes I am sure it will be quite the illuminating experience working together, it is lovely to have dialogue with sane people once more." Again, the jab was never perceived at Kullervo who simply was unable to gain any interest in conversations. He only barely registered as Mordred and Brynhild left the immediate surroundings, he once more failed to even register the events transpiring around him.
"Well, fair lady it stands to reason, even among holy swords I am quite unique." Ukonvasara let loose a tiny laugh, the fact was completely true as probably less than a handful of magical weapons bore the ability of speech and rationality but more to the point Ukonvasara referred to it's Divine origin and how it longed to be wielded by it's true owner. But until that time, the God sent weapon was satisfied being wielded by the likes of mortals, even one reduced to a glorified puppet. The reasoning was simple, a weapon was meant to be wielded and as long as that purposed was fulfilled then Ukonvasara wouldn't complain... Much.
As the group moved Kullervo remained several steps behind Natasha, Ukonvasara in hand. The Berserker though outwardly impassive in expression was in a state of full alertness. There were three reasons for it, three conditions that tested the will of the Berserker. First was his surroundings, besides the pollution of curses around him, there was the fire and smoke the ever pressing feeling of death and built up pain. Then there was the danger that this place meant for his masterLife.Link, it made her vulnerable to harm and by consequence it represented a danger to him, a weakness he should not have nor he should have to tolerate. Thirdly, since his summoning Kullervo was allowed to walk, before he had been locked up and kept in reserve, he was a liable to uncontrolled bursts of action and since he could now walk on his own now, he did not want to return to his cage. Kullervo was an heroic spirit that fought against control, the notion of serving, the notion of being a slave was something that stirred his spirit and internally his will fought the shackles that meant to be a mindless servant.
Then a burning sensation went through Berserker's core, it seared and made his primal emotions trash out. The danger that Natasha went through, the harm it shock deeply the core of Kullervo. Moreover, the scream of Natasha made him boil within his confines of madness. Treachery.Life.Link.Danger.Weakness.Irritating.
Kullervo's expression twisted into one of pain and anger. His life-link was weak, liable to make him weak, to be captured again, for him to die again. Then a figure materialized near Natasha. Saber?Ally?Danger?Unknown.Threat.Danger. Kullervo was in no state to recognize Saber, more to point, Mordred's condition that allowed for concealing of identity made it impossible for Kullervo to identify Saber as an ally showing concern.
All at once Berserker, the very air around Kullervo trembled as magical energy exploded from his form. The emission even began to crack the ground, as since birth Kullervo possessed an unnaturally strong magical affinity "I'm afraid Kullervo is losing it, careful, careful." Ukonvasara interjected in a friendly manner despite the severity of the situation, as well as the fact that the blade began to glow blue.
The air began to be saturated by thick magical energy and then static.
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Kullervo recklessly swung to the side, the build up magical energy exploded violently from Ukonvasara. It caused a blue ark of electrical energy to violently and nearly instantly fly out at the river, the explosion was as laud as a thunderclap, the water shook and rippled dangerously. "If I were you Saber, I would step away from our beloved master, I doubt she'd survive being near one of my swings! or his charge!" The blade wasn't concerned with diffusing the situation, though his master was clearly over-reacting and clearly in the wrong, he had made his intention and Ukonvasara would respect any choice, no matter how foolish or tragic.
However, as the sound of the thunderclap faded another worrisome chain of noises came. The flash, the sheer noise and no doubt the reckless release of magical energy attracted attention.
Magical energy exploded away from Berserker, his legs flexed as if preparing to charge. The ground cracking even strongly, it wouldn't take even instincts to know that with the built up prana, Berserker's charge would obliterate his surroundings. Kullervo's expression remained in twisted anger, eyes devoid of much emotion did convey one feeling.
Hostility.
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Post by Brynhild on Oct 8, 2015 21:05:59 GMT
At least their master appeared to be conscious of her situation, although her insecurity was worthy of disapproval. Brynhild of course realized that for a human this entire situation was quite scary, yet even so the role of an agent should not involve unnecessary nervousness, otherwise it could impede the mission quite a lot. It would likely be a passing issue... once the young woman got used to these types of tasks, it would turn into an almost mechanical staccato, in that regard Brynhild knew quite well what she was talking about. Well... there was no point in wasting more time dallying around here. She had the location of the ghouls in the proximity of her runic tracing, the rest was just a quick whipe-out session. It did feel rather reminiscent of old times...
As she was about to dart off into the distance, in an attempt to ambush her targets, a frown went across her otherwise so exhausted features... their master apparently had suffered some form of shock. At least it appeared as such, considering the lack of actual bodily harm... some form of mental interference? If so, Merlin should be able to take care of it in a jiffy. Nothing to worry herself about... Seeing Mordred respond a little more violently than her, Brynhild concluded that it was no reason for both of them to storm back to their protegeé, there were few things a group of three servants could not handle, especially with somebody of Mordred's and apparently also Kullervo's calibre. The Berserker's massive prana output did irritate her a little, yet if they had met a more considerable threat, it was not unexpected for him to radiate such amounts. Alas, no time to waste... they should have taken care of the problem soon enough.
Sighing in exhasperation, Brynhild once again focused on the location of her targets, before setting off... she landed right in the middle of her slouching, moaning targets. Her knee slightly bent as she landed, Brynhild could feel the ground give in beneath her feet, the sheer force of her ambush cracking and deforming it, as time seemingly slowed down to her for a second. Without having to look, Brynhild estimated the rough location between herself and the surrounding targets and concluded that she would be able to finish this within a heartbeat... then hell broke loose.
In the motion of flexing her legs to stand up, Brynhild spun her lance in a semi-circle over her left side, with one arm, before catching it with her other hand to end in a full circle... this movement alone was sufficient to mince the surrounding ghouls as the massive, shield-like blade of her spear cut and crushed through them, as a hot knife through butter and even the blunt side of her weapon tore apart wherever it made contact with their soft flesh.
By the time the motion ended, several corpses were resting in the air, having not even realized their demise yet, before Brynhild finally brought her weapon into a fighting-ready stance after 'twirling' it in such a lethal manner, only to thrust it into the last remaining target, standing roughly six meters from her, in a burst like movement that just had her seemingly disappear, her movement only indicated by the razing of the ground as she sheered it in her wake. The ghoul's chest just exploded outwards as the gigantic spear-head pierced it, before being pulled off the lance again by the counter-momentum to Brynhild's attack, finally finding itself slapped against the wall of a building several meters from it's last location, with a wet sound... it refrained from leaving that new position however.
In the meantime Brynhild continued on to the left diagonally, so as to evade the now incoming blood-splatters that filled the area, finding herself forced to lower her stance to prevent herself from running into some that staved from her last target. There was no way she would be willing to accept their filthy blood on her clothes... doing this kind of work required finesse. Even mechanical slaughter could be turned into an artform if the slayer was just bored enough... and Brynhild certainly was bored by this, yet excited enough to prefer it over doing nothing... so with the utmost of care she brought herself out of the imminent danger of disgusting blood-sprays, finally ending up next to the meat that now adorned the wall.
Presenting it with an indifferent gaze, Brynhild confirmed it's demise... before continuing to do so with the rest of the dismembered corpses. Occasionally she jabbed her spear into the head of a still twitching torso, softly humming to herself as she finished cutting down the halms properly. It was bad manners to leave survivours after all. Nobody should be able to say that she was rude, or lazy for that matter. Being thorough in one's cleaning duties was only natural after all. So then the halms were down... yet the Kullervo Berserker still had not lowered it's output... how strange, maybe she should take a look after all. At least it did not seem as if any of the halms were still stirring in the wind. Oh well, time to go then...
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Post by Merlin on Oct 10, 2015 20:23:25 GMT
"He is~, but at times, I choose to take his form."
Merlin let the conversation drop there, despite Natasha's attempts to make small talk. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in speaking with her, but Merlin had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts. The second he laid eyes on the river of interest to their mission, he became wrapped in his own thoughts. From a simple glance he could tell the River was tainted-- With more than just grime, muck and whatever other physical waste had leaked into it since the cities fall. It was tainted with something more foul than any single demon Merlin had ever encountered: It was a corruption stemming from the darkness of mankind and aimed specifically towards them in turn.
So instead of opening his mouth and saying something, Merlin simply watched as his temporary master dunked her hand into the tainted waters, screaming in surprise and terror not but a moment later.
"My my, that is something now isn't it~?"
To his credit, the wizard did go about immediately purging the curses from his Master with no more than a swish of his far-too-fluffy tail. It seemed to subside rather naturally after no more than a few moments, but he surrounded both himself and Natasha in a protective enchantment to mitigate such invasive curses in the future. Could he have done so before she had taken the sample? Probably. But there was a valuable lesson to be learned from raw contact to the material, both for Merlin and for her.
Ofcourse, his protective enchantment would still do little should she be grazed by Berserker's rampant attacks. As their insane companion immediately lashed against Saber when he had returned to see what had occurred, Merlin could not help but be amused. Somewhat panicked, but amused.
"A moment Master, this may be disorienting."
Natasha would have little time to prepare herself, as by the time he finished speaking she'd find herself propelled backwards about 20 yards away from Mordred. It was less a "push" and more a "displacement", as she'd find herself simply transported to point B rather than shoved with force in the direction. Hopefully this would keep her on her feet and not sailing off onto her ass as there was no actual kinetic energy being placed on her, but such a position shift can be disorienting for people upon first experiencing it; Even more so if they are blind.
Just to be safe, he also began several barrier spells to defend Natasha against any stray attacks. They could not take a direct blow from either Mordred or Berserker without shattering, but should be more than enough to deal the destruction wreaked on the side that might be flung their way. It's not like either of them was setting out to attack Natasha after all. Granted, Merlin probably could cast some binding enchantments on Berserker to assist Mordred, as Berserker had no innate magic resistance to protect himself.
But he kind of just wanted to see how this played out.
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Post by Natasha on Oct 11, 2015 1:30:39 GMT
The sudden return of Mordred honestly didn’t help Natasha’s nerves – crashes like thunder, then a loud and somewhat panicked knight. Did she do something really wrong already? Was she being melodramatic? Erk, her head got all cloudy from the stress… this really was her weak spot. All her worries about this mission were flooding back now! W-What was she supposed to say? ‘Whoops’? Was this serious in truth, though? Maybe she should just be honest? Awkwardly slumped on the ground, Natasha just looked very confused for the time-being. At least none of her Servants were trying to kill her yet?
And, scratch that; as something very large and nasty seemed to be going on next to her – given the words that came after, she could wager that it was probably Berserker… living up to his name. Well, given that, she probably couldn’t complain too much. Wait, she probably should! D-Did he just say he might kill her?! ”Please don’t kill me on my first mission! That would be really really bad!” squeaked Natasha, dropping most of her noble demeanour in her panic, not to mention very much ignoring Merlin’s utterly brief warning; ”U-Um; I order – as Master, I order you – Berser-!“
Warped away as she begun to stand up again on trembling feet, Merlin would probably be treated to exactly what he was thinking of as the lady promptly fell straight over forward – thankfully face-first onto grass, but that didn’t make the motion any more graceful. Though, it had to be said; such a perfect pratfall in a skirt was something of beauty in-of itself. At least she was out of trouble now… and it seemed her dip in hell hadn’t been too dangerous; thanks to both Brynhildr’s runes and Merlin’s further support. He really was a gentleman, wasn’t he?
But, still! Her Servants were about to fight, or something! She had to hurry! Hurrying back onto her feet, Natasha went to rush back to the sounds of trouble – only to run smack into the barrier that had been placed for her own safety; with all the dignity of a cat slamming into a glass door. Giving up and slumping back onto her rump, the Master instead just sulked. Fine! She’d messed up! But what the heck was she supposed to do about all this?! ”…I’ll just wait here, then.” grumbled the magus, sitting down and pouting sulkily.
While the assorted drama of the group played out, there appeared to be an additional player in the performance; settled in the wings. Thanks to its viscous nature, the ripples sent out by Natasha’s quick dip in the cursed river were especially sluggish… however, an unsettling bubbling that was left in their wake further down the stream made it clear that something was sensing them – be it something within the water or perhaps the river itself…
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Post by Mordred on Oct 11, 2015 9:55:24 GMT
The Berserker’s response to her approach was unexpected, but not unreactable. Her sword clashes with his, prana surging from the strike sizzling against the electrical energy. Immediately she can tell from the contest of strength that even under Prana Burst, she is somewhat outmatched. And so she shifts her tactics towards outspeeding the monster.
Vanishing in a flash, she reappears behind Berserker, delivering a brutal double-fisted slam down on Berserker’s back. If possible, it would be preferable to wear him down from his obvious fever pitch and return to the mission. As there were no other present threats, such action could be taken so long as it did not endanger the lives of those present, her Master specifically.
The sword’s admonishment grated at her. “If you wish to offer advice, why not try to inform your wielder about how foolish it is to fight? Why not do something helpful, rather than point out the obvious and waste my time?” The fact that protection of the Master was already accomplished by Merlin was another matter. Perhaps him doing something useful wasn’t such a far-fetched idea after all?
The mass gathering of prana the Berserker gathered was cause for worry. Such a...charge, the sword had said, would certainly require her Noble Phantasm in order to stop, and that would inevitably result in the death of Berserker. “Master, if you have any Command Seals, now would be a good time to use them. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that Berserker will live, now that his fangs are bared.”
Still, she is reasonably confident she can dodge this attack. Her instincts are not causing her to doubt her confidence, at any rate. And given that Merlin seemed capable of keeping their Master safe, she could let the Berserker tire himself for a good while yet.
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Post by Frankenmoe on Oct 12, 2015 16:20:21 GMT
The blow on his back merely infuriated Berserker more and it assured his thought process that the armored figure was an enemy. However, Berserker became more concerned with another issue. He saw his master being displaced, and moreover he spotted a secondary threat. Though never as threatening as that servant that was attacking him, it was closer to risking the security of his life-link. He saw as cloaked figure began to emerge from the ground several meters away from Natasha's new location.
The action Berseker decided on occurred in the space of a single breath, of course it was something a Servant could still react to. From Mordred's perspective it would have been as if Berserker and the area around him had exploded, the ground caved in and debris flew all around, the force would have easily blown away vehicles. For Merlin or any casual onlooker it would have been seen as if a rocket had been launched from the position, the rocket being Kullervo, with the general surrounding area being blown away. For Natasha she would have felt something big and something moving unbelievably fast moving above her. The wind force was easily that of a powerful gust.
Kullervo's landing was closer to that of an artillery round than anything else. The wraith or what was left of it was utterly blown away. Unfortunately Kullervo had misjudged the force of his impact and the ground. The ground caved in and Kullervo found himself surrounded by debris and darkness.
Both Kullervo's original position and his landing spot had been above the sewage systems that connected to the river. Landing partially on corrupted mock made Berserker scream, he jumped out but his legs were almost sizzling. The Berserker slammed it's fists and clenched it's teeth. He knew curses, he could cast them in life, he knew them and he could dispel them but in his state he was unable to make use of his true magical powers. However, he had one means. He would drown the curse with magical energies.
Unlike his previous two shows of prana burst this one was the largest emission. But unlike the ones before it wasn't released for outright destruction. The effect succeeded and the curses on his legs were "blown" unfortunately closer inspection would have shown Berserker's legs to be partially burned, still Kullervo stood up.
However, from both the holes Berserker had made things stirred. Ghouls began to rise from the murky, muddy waters of the sewage system.
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Post by Brynhild on Oct 13, 2015 15:23:05 GMT
Well... it appeared as if things had gotten a little out of hand in her absence. If one could actually call these few seconds, an actual absence that was. As far as she could tell, the reason for the Berserker's high prana discharge, was actually some form of misunderstanding that, apparently, caused him to lose control of himself. Berserkers were such bothersome fellows were they not... but well, she had dealt with his kin in life and in semi-death alike, so it should be more of a matter of... how to solve this without having to gang up on and kill that guy.
Circling around the field Merlin had set up, Brynhild swiftly positioned herself on a ruined building behind their now isolated master. She followed the engagement for a little bit, uncertain whether Sir Mordred's attempts were going to be capable of bearing any fruit... the appearance of a figure in the back of their master, returned Brynhild to more immediate matters, however before she could bring herself to bother with this one, Berserker had already torn through the field Caster had set, basically tore apart the little one and stepped into the cursed fluid. Well... at least the reaction was likely caused by a curse, as there were few things that could literally *charr* a servant in this manner. Not to mention the earlier incident with their Master.
Then the murky water rippled... and like maggots, squirming along the burnt soil, the shells of former humans stained the face of the earth with their insufferable presence. Even so, Brynhild decided that it would be best to take care of their master first, rather than to exterminate these creatures, so without wasting much more thoughts on the matter, Brynhild bolted off the building quite light-footed, landing next to Natasha. "Please excuse my rudeness, however I shall have to embrace your body to carry you without injury! Prepare for a bit of a shock Lady Natasha..." with her monotonous, soft voice ringing out like a bell in a stale, windless plane, Brynhild would then grab Natasha around her mid-section, kicking the ground hard to bolt out of the area of immediate danger.
Her eyes resting on the quivering disaster the earth begot in front of their eyes, Brynhild once again raised her soothing voice, so gently speak into Natasha's ear:"I would ask you to cut off Berserker's mana supply... in addition to that, please use a command seal to order him to 'stand down'. I would appreciate it if you could use that exact order. This way he may forcibly calm himself, by having to go against a command seal, with a limited supply... were he to keep raging. Is that acceptable?" Smiling unconsciously to herself, Brynhild realized how silly and redundant this was in face of a blind master. Still, the slight gesture at least carried a bit of good will, if nothing else, she might feel the gentle intentions behind her words.
They would certainly not need Berserker at his full strength, for a number of ghouls. With the four of them united, killing them should be a piece of cake. However, Brynhild would not leave her master alone again. Should Sir Mordred and Merlin take care of the brunt of the force here, she had already taken out one of the groups before. Kullervo, even while restrained should also still be more than capable of crushing dotzens of them... so everything should go well. Brynhild would merely resort to killing straddlers... such as this one! With a split-second movement, Brynhild's lance launched forward, practically detonating a ghoul's head as it staggered its way into their direction, the long lance piercing the air with a cracking sound, as if something had detonated calmly within the air in front of them. Positioning herself roughly two meters from their master, Brynhild took up a battle-ready posture, merely waiting for the others to act.
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Post by Merlin on Oct 14, 2015 6:10:28 GMT
Well, it seemed they'd attracted some attention with their little spat on the riverside.
The tiny form of Fou-Merlin did not seem particularly troubled by the recent developments; When Brynhild had elected to move Natasha, again for whatever reason, Merlin had simply hitched a ride as he was still physically on Natasha's shoulders; Even as she fell flat he simply scurried around on her form to keep himself from plummeting off, so it was rather simple to just catch a lift. On one hand it did somewhat make sense to move again as Berserker, still somewhat out of control, had elected to move immediately next to them, but the fact remained that Merlin could have moved her quite handily himself.
Ah well, saved him some effort, really.
And honestly, Merlin didn't seem to be exerting much effort, if any at all, to resolve the problem now facing them. He knew an array of offensive spells that could probably eliminate some of the ghouls, but laser blasting things had never really been Merlin's style. There were plenty of strapping servants around to smash things, they hardly needed a magician firing wildly into the horde of enemies; Especially when any of his melee-oriented compatriots could probably move into range that they might get caught in the crossfire at any moment. The risk of friendly fire was higher than the ghouls as the moment. Not to mention it was just not in his character.
"Hm, restricting Berserker might be a fun idea, but it'd be better to use the command seal to let him, ah, vent his frustrations, don't you think? I think we might even have a few volunteers~."
A casual suggestion really. It made no difference to him whether Natasha used a command seal or not; Berserker was unstable at the moment but he didn't seem to be directly hostile at least, and Merlin at least was quite safe perched around Natasha as the stoic madman seemed focused on protecting her, even through his numb rage. Mordred and Brynhild however were probably far more invested in him not attacking anything that moved.
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