Quote:*scratches head* Which will be doubly impressive, since Gae Bolga's Spear of Striking Death Flight mode is classified as Anti-Battalion. Cue goggly eyes on almost everybody when he _isn't_ splattered all over the landscape in a faux-artsy manner. He'd still be pretty much dead or dying, though.
Lancer will try and hit Sakura with a throw, and prompt Shirou into a 'dramatic self-sacrifice' bit.
Quote:I'm thinking ... *chuckle* heh, Ilya attacks to take care of her competition for 'Onii-chan', Shiro does something stupid, gets swatted by Berserker, ends up landing inside the warehouse and *pling* out comes Arturia.
After that... likely cut to the Emiya compound. We'll see how it works out, ne?
Quote:I'm thinking, it was half provocation. Kotomine's not exactly one of Irish's favorite people, I figure. Considering that Baztette was his Master in the original (or so I seem to recall) the one he got this time ought to have been similar enough that priest-guy offing them didn't give Kotomine any points in Lancer's good book either.
If that statement had been meant as negotiation, it certainly didn't work. "#Well if that's the way of it, then you can take your thoughts, aye, and himself's too, and stuff them up your self-righteous gobshite's arse!#"
It was the one thing that the sorcerers of the Association were trained to do above all else.
Conceal the existence and effects of Majutsu from the world at large, at any cost.
It was also one of the few things the members of the Association's various branches could agree upon.
The Church was similar in its outlook where that particular matter was concerned.
It was bad enough that they had to stand the past Wars - they'd been a stretch on their resources as well as a bit of a challenge to conceal. Not one that was considered beneficial either.
This one? Something had changed, and none of the bigwigs sitting in their comfortable safehouses and Association headquarters could figure out exactly what ... only that this War was somehow different.
That had been the extent of the knowledge even dedicated research had brought before the onset.
Now?
There were Mages from all over the world being drawn towards the battleground, yes, but in numbers hitherto unexpected. At least half again as many Servants, possibly more, and even in these opening days the damages caused were ...
... impressive.
Also, increasingly harder and harder to explain away.
Though, for the old fossils back home, there seemed to be a bit of a flip side. After all, if this War was so much more than the others had been, wouldn't the prize change to follow?
And so it was that, for the first time in centuries, the Association took a more ... hands on approach. Not that any of the branches shared this with the others, but that was pretty much a given anyway.
There were some, they already realized, who would be key pieces of this grandest of games. To control them would mean to control the outcome.
It was a shame, the particular Magi manning the high end binoculars on that shift thought, that some were a bit too well guarded.
But then, that - as all things - was subject to change.
One only needed some patience.
In the center of the bionocs' sights, the image of a young looking girl with long white hair stood, almost immobile save for the locks of said hair gently swaying with the breeze as she, too waited.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm