Ramesses IILawrence
"...Well shit." Law kicked the car into gear, speeding off as fast as he could. Something was suppressing his Boneyard, though he couldn't tell exactly what yet, he had a giant bull on his ass, and in his rearview mirror he saw a third combatant enter the fray - and then a giant motherfucking DOOR opened up and a... something popped out that also spelled horrifying death to whatever it happened to be pissed at. He was likely on that list.
Considering how the giant bull just plowed through a building, this wasn't good at all.
'Any idea what's fucking with my ghost powers?'
No. Perhaps the other Master?
'Great, fucking wizards and shit.'
Well, I don't think a wizard can take down that thing either.
'...'
Yes I am saying exactly what you think I'm saying.
Law took corners like a madman, trying his damned hardest to shake the bull on his ass, burning rubber and adrenaline as he started to home in on just who exactly was fucking with his mojo at the moment. The Boneyard had a set size after all, and if he was lucky, whoever was screwing with him was within it - and didn't know about the Flaming Doom Bull that happened to just have popped up.
The bull's angered charge continued without restraint, destroying the concrete beneath every step of it's metal hooves, flattening cars and scaring off pedestrians as it obeyed the command of the King; "Kill". Unfortunately, the target proved to be even faster than itself, leaving it unable to gouge him or his metallic transportation device with it's god-fashioned horns.
As the target rounded yet another corner, it stepped directly through the building on the corner, leaving it naught but rubble as it's lungs took in a deep breath, it's vital functions generating a great amount of prana. As it exhaled it, a massive gout of fire came forth from it's brass jaws, missing but only just barely as the beam that melted the very road beneath just narrowly behind the target.
Sakura
Sakura was shaking in rage. THAT IDIOT, COULN’T HE HOLD HIMSELF BACK ONCE, JUST ONCE.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself, she sent a message to Rider through her link. Only hoping it would work.
‘Rider, would it not be more fitting to judge these fools that get in your way with the entirety of your mighty brilliance? Let us wait until night, and then they will truly know their folly for crossing the great king that is above all other kings.’
Please work, please work, please work. Please for ONCE let things work out as planned rather than Rider simply run free with wild abandon.
All the while she began to set up defenses and spell though out the alley, just in case.
Almost able to tell how angry his Little Flower was by just her message, Rider laughed.
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Ha-ha! That wouldn't do, Master. A king does not hide away and avoid punishing those who break his laws in the day. Even without my great ship, I shall leave those who intrude upon my battles in pieces.'
Rider could feel it in the air alone. The androgynous non-gender-place-able greenhead before him was a great warrior, having caught the King off-guard once before and standing entirely unfazed into the face of the Father of Terror. The draconic creature at his side, too sad a sight to truly be called a majestic Dragon, was not entirely an idle threat either but he remained confident. At the very worst, he would simply have to bring out more beasts of the ages.
For once he was happy that the wench who's face he marred was on his side of the issue; Intervening in a battle such as theirs was a sin punishable by death.
S&S"The lady doth protest too much methinks." Ah, such a shy woman. "For lies when told long enough become a truth, and so then truth it is forever more. And if I write it is true, how is it not? But aye, that is but a mere sample of the brilliance of my works, which undoubtedly Master, you must have poured thy eyes over in detail."
I scratched my chin thoughtfully with a gloved hand, fabric and facial hair rubbing against one another in a most pleasing fashion conductive to thought. "And what research I have done? I talk, I listen, I read. A servant of the story serves the story itself! Facts may be wrong, dates mixed up, people misconstrued, but the heart, the soul of the work always rings clear and true and honest, the meaning of any story. For good or for ill, such is my craft."
"Well that's certainly a dramatic way to put it, though I would expect nothing less from you", said Shirou, but his expression turned slightly puzzled afterwards, "Unfortunately, I can't claim to have read any of your works, Caster."
"Would you truly waste time on such things in our situation, Master? You know better than even me or Caster how important it is, so why use time on such trivialities?", responded Assassin in kind.
"It's fine, Assassin. Until the Hanging Gardens are completed, we have no true objectives to complete other than to find the ritual devouring the power of the leylines at a rapid rate. God has told me that that shall be our Grail. Acquiring it or the alliance of whoever made it is our only priority, and since we are not exactly in a rush, we can do that whenever we feel up to it."
"W-well, if you are certain then I shall not disobey", an unconscious stammer to her words. She'd never had it before, not when found by as a child, not when faced with King Ninus for the first time, not once, and yet her Master made her ever self-conscious and unsure of herself. What had he done to her? What was this feeling he brought upon her whenever he was around? Left in her inner confusion, she went silent.
