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... Another Master and Servant pair?

[That's the only reason she can come up with that seems most likely, judging from what they're seeing at a distance.]

That should be unsurprising to me. Of course others were going to notice.

[She still sounds worried though, thinking about the children that are in the vicinity.]

Edited 2014-12-08 17:53 (UTC)

—Master. If the enemy is a Master-Servant pair, I ask that you stay here and stay hidden. The other Master may be an experienced magus.

[ Strategically, this is the most sound thing to do, but again, he has a feeling she won't be thrilled with his suggestion. ]

[He'd be right about that last part; she opens her mouth to object or at least compromise until the flash of white light blinks in the distance, catching her attention instead.]

Flash bomb... No, an ignition spell??

[The energy she senses is oddly familiar. In fact, Thao feels as if she knows it.

Although the thought entertains her, she doesn't think it's possible because... Well. Anyways.]

I'll stay hidden, but please bring me closer Lancer. If that's the Master at work over there, he or she will find me eventually.

[She reaches up to touch her closed eyelids.]

They won't be able to touch me.

Understood.

[ And, because he's not Cu and he treats ladies with respect: ] —Excuse me.

[ Princess carrying, go... he has his lances strapped behind his back to free his hands, and he picks Ai Thao up gingerly before bounding off of the roof towards their destination. ]

[She holds onto him without much remark, a clear indication of how serious she's been taking the situation. By the time they land nearby the building, the noises of battle have ceased and the Bounded Field completely obliterated. They were going to deal with a troublesome opponent most likely. She can only sense two presences now, one that is overwhelmingly powerful. A Servant.

Ai Thao clasps her hands together, as if in prayer; for victory and for the safety of whoever was inside that wasn't an enemy.]

Lancer. If you must, don't hold back. But please, make sure you find out who is inside as well.

Edited 2014-12-08 23:52 (UTC)

[ And, though he knows that it's hardly the time for it, Diarmuid's lips twitch up in a faint smile, the kind of competitive half-expression that he can't help in the face of someone he acknowledges is a worthy opponent. He can sense it already: his enemy is looking for a fight. ]

Of course. On my honor.

[ Setting Ai Thao down, he reaches back to brandish his twin lances with a flourish, immediately on the ready once he hears, not senses, a presence jumping down from above.

—Fast. ]

[Even though she is further away from the area, Ai Thao can sense the Servant. This was different from the first night when she and Diarmuid went face to face with the corrupted spirits. This one had none of the darkness and the uneasy sickness that came with it. Like her own Servant, this one was pure and strong. REALLY strong.

In the meanwhile, she's trying to keep an eye out for the other Master although she is interested to see a real battle that can challenge Diarmuid.]

I'm counting on you...

[ As soon as she finishes speaking, a tall figure lands a few feet away, surprisingly graceful despite the height from where he'd dropped.

The man in blue laughs, sticks his spearhead in the ground, and says, breezily: ]

Finally, a fair fight. Which one of the other two Knight classes are you? Come on, take out your bow or—

[ He's about to say "sword", and then he notices that the other guy already has his weapons out.

And they're lances.

uh. ]

[She's confused as to why the Servant has given such pause at first. But Ai Thao squints and realizes what his weapon is.]

Another spear...?

[Um. Oh. Well.]

That can't be right...

[ Well. This is awkward.

If the other party is claiming to be The Third Knight Class, then it's obvious what he associates as— it just so happens to be that Diarmuid is also That Knight Class, which makes things a bit more complicated than he initially thought.

His spears don't go down, not yet, but he does loosen his stance to evaluate the other party more carefully. ]

Another spearman...? That should be impossible.

[Either this is an elaborate illusion or things are REALLY amiss. Even more so, aside from rogue Servants, rifts in the fabric of reality, and the early Holy Grail War which very few were informed about...

Wait, life or death situation right now!! She thinks. Maybe. God, what's going on?]

Two Lancers?? Just how??

[Granted, the one thing she can be thankful for is that this one wasn't crazy, but why two of the same class?? Maybe it had to do with the summoning??]

The Master would have to be responsible for this somehow...

[ Cu, on his end, pulls Gae Bolg from the ground and taps its hilt against his shoulder armor, looking back and forth between the Master-Servant duo in front of him. He seems to Think About This for a moment, looking casually perturbed, before he speaks up. ]

Hey, little miss.

[ He points the butt of his lance at Ai Thao, which puts Diarmuid on guard. ]

You look a lot like my Master. Who the hell are you?

[When she's acknowledged, Ai Thao stiffens up and puts on her angriest glare at the red eyed warrior, showing that she is not intimidated by him.

Aside from the minor differences of dress and perhaps body language, everything else is there; slender form, long dark hair, and the same strange, clear-blue eyes.

And although she should be asking about the Master ~~call it denial~~...]

Isn't it obvious? I'm a Master. We have business here and if you think you can keep blocking the way...

[Well, she can stand up for herself when it's important. But then she senses another presence and a minute echo of prana being used and she looks up towards the top floors, feeling her denial crumbling...]

Edited 2014-12-09 01:09 (UTC)

If you have any honor as a Servant, spearman, your words should be directed towards me.

[ It's a bit of a challenge to the other man, but there's also a vague sense of familiarity that starts settling in: the blue suit, the blood-red spear, the insistence towards a one-on-one.

But that's impossible. For every war, there's only one of each class. ]

[She still doesn't want to jump to any conclusions. If what she was fearing was true and the other Servant was implying... But if it's true, then why? Why would she? She wouldn't want to have anything to do with a War of this multitude or with magic in general. What changed since the last time they saw each other?

Ai Thao exhales, keeping the veneer of calmness.]

And what of your Master, Servant? Are they hiding away?

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[ Cu racks his mind for references, of who the other Servant could be; thankfully, he's up to date on a lot of spearmen, especially from his native country. Twin lances, gold and red, that face...

He has a good idea of who he's talking to now, but he ignores that for the moment, giving what he could effectively call his "junior" a light half-grin. ]

You two are ready for a fight, I like it. But to answer your question, my Master's...

[ ...what is Lien doing, anyway? He glances up, and shrugs. ]

... Great!! Glad there are spells that are worth keeping around.

[On the upper floor, Lien's successfully healed her shoulder. Eh, there's a mark, but that's what long sleeves are for. She glances every so often at the children to make sure they're asleep. As long as they rest, their prana should slowly recover over the next few days, she figures.

Then she hears a groan. Outside? Wait. No. In the room... In the SAME room...]

[ SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[The strike and the sound of a groaning man can be heard throughout the building and the shouting of a young woman also echoes throughout the area.]

GODDAMMIT HANS GRUBER, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW?!?! STAY DOWN YOU BASTARD!!!!!

[ uh.

The distraction has Diarmuid blink and look up towards that hole in the ceiling, slightly...dubious.

Hans Gruber??? ]

[ And, well.

Cu just shrugs again. ]

There we go.

[Oh.

OH.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH.

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Ai Thao's tough facade fades away the moment she hears the shout and her face turns red either out of embarrassment at the revelation or the fact that... Yeah. That's. That's her. And she's driven to speechlessness.]

...

...Master?

[ The interruption aside, Diarmuid snaps out of it enough to notice that there's something...wrong... with how his Master is reacting to all of this, though that's not to say that he wants her to panic, or be angry, or whatever else the situation may call for.

Is she...embarrassed? Another blink, and he glances at Ai Thao, momentarily breaking focus. ]

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Oiiiiii. Lancer, I'm better!! Also, I tied up Hans.

[Lien stands up carefully, making her way over to the hole made by Lancer so she can look down and call for her Servant.]

What, no one to fight? Well, then let's just take the kids down and call it a... day...

[Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. She's squinting.]

Em? [Basically? She's calling her "little sister."] Em what are you doing here?

Edited 2014-12-09 01:50 (UTC)

What, you named the guy? Don't get attached.

[ He has a feeling that they're not going to be fighting— the denotation as sisters confirms that suspicion, so he lowers his lance. There's something he wants to clear up about this, anyway. ]

Looks like your sister's a Master too, by the way.

[Ai Thao looks as if she doesn't know whether to be angry or to start crying. At any rate, she bunches up her fists and shouts back at her twin sister.]

Chị!! G-Get down here you... you idiot!! You have so much explaining to do you...!!! Do you know how much I was...!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

[She's really, really, upset. So much for thinking it was her sister who would have been angry!]

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