[X] Enetious
Prompted by Archer's unusual concern, you look to the silver-haired girl standing at the side of her lover and her servant. Mikuni Oriko is most definitively still here. She never left; of that you're positive. But then, what did Archer see? Is it possible that the Mikuni Oriko you're seeing now isn't the real one? "You could identify Rider or Berserker at a distance, even in this smog, correct?"
"It'll be easier for me to spot them, yes. They've got larger silhouettes than either Assassin or her familiar, so even if I can't see the details I should be able to pick them out at a distance."
"Good. Based on Kyouko's previous report, I'm guessing that Assassin has some sort of ability to make shades of herself out of the smog, she or her familiar; and if she is also able to change their appearance that might explain how you thought you saw Mikuni Oriko. If you see movement and it isn't Rider, Berserker, or my entire team moving as a unit, you are to attack it on sight. I'll make sure Tomoe-san sends the same instructions to Caster."
"Understood."
"Akemi-san, is something the matter?" asks Mikuni Oriko, once she realizes that you are staring.
"It's nothing," you want to say, but the need to keep your team informed overrides your lingering suspicions of foul play. "Archer reports that he thought he saw you," you say to Mikuni Oriko "inside Assassin's labyrinth. I told him you were still here, but now I'm worried that Assassin may have somehow sprouted yet another power. I told him to attack on sight anything that isn't Rider, Berserker, or us acting as a unit." You turn to Tomoe-san and add "Incidentally, you should relay those same orders to Caster; and make sure that the ribbons keeping us tied together are visible at all times. If we go in there for whatever reason, it may be pertinent for us to prove that we're still us."
"Right, I'll make sure that Caster knows at once."
Kyouko is still fuming to herself off to the side, so once you've relayed the news to everyone and are confident that Tomoe-san is keeping Caster up to date, you approach her. Hearing your footsteps she turns, still scowling, but you intercept her before she can say anything. "Listen, Kyouko- I know how frustrated you must feel right now. To you, it must look like we're just stumbling around blind, and for what it's worth you're more right than not. We're trying our best, but it's hard to find a way to fight someone that can kill us instantly and refuses to fight us outside her own advantaged playing field."
You aren't sure if Kyouko is buying what you're trying to sell to her. Her face is still a mask of anger and frustration. You glance down at the ruby clasped in gold that sits over her heart; black tongues lick at the cherry center of the candy that is her soul, but there is still enough bright crimson that her wits shouldn't have left her just yet. "We are closing in on her, no matter how it seems right now; and once we have her, I'll freeze time and you can stab her as much as it takes for the frustration you're feeling now to leave."
Just as long as she leaves you enough to use as the summoning catalyst.
"But right now, we need you to get your head back in the game. If Rider hasn't already, have him activate his Noble Phantasm. Tear Assassin's labyrinth a new one, and we'll be that much closer to winning this." "Archer, Rider is going to use his Noble Phantasm to try and create a pressure shockwave that will hopefully either damage Assassin, or cause some of he smog cover to dissipate so we can get a better view of things."
Kyouko continues to stare at you, still donned in her mask of anger as she says, certainly not to you, "Alright Killer, you heard the boss. Tear that bitch's labyrinth a new one!"
You need wait only a second before the deafening crack of a sonic boom resounds; and over the ringing in your ears you barely manage to hear Archer saying "I saw something try to move out of the way of Rider's Noble Phantasm, so I opened fire. I'll remain observant and let you know if anything changes."
For a moment, your senses flare up as you identify a servant presence approaching. But once you hear your master, "Archer, Rider is going to use his Noble Phantasm to try and create a pressure shockwave that will hopefully either damage Assassin, or cause some of he smog cover to dissipate so we can get a better view of things," you allow yourself to relax.
Your swords fly try as you spot a black shadow leaping out of the way, as in the distance Rider's makes a mad dash across the labyrinth like a star football player on Pervitin. In the thick smog of the labyrinth, it's difficult for you to gauge whether your target was Assassin of her familiar, but it was definitely smaller than either Rider or Berserker. Once your fingers release from the drawstring, the blades soar towards the target with all speed, but any sound that might indicate a hit is drowned out by the sonic boom following in Rider's wake.
"I saw something try to move out of the way of Rider's Noble Phantasm, so I opened fire. I'll remain observant and let you know if anything changes."
"Good work. Hopefully whatever you hit was the real Assassin, and not another decoy."
You wait in the shadows, keeping watch over the place where the shadow had landed before your blades were loosed. One second turns to five, ten seconds turns to half a minute, but still you see no movement; and then, high above your head, the heavens themselves provide you with a sign. The thick smog cover finally breaks, and the moonless black of the false London fades away, revealing the starry night above. It's not much, but it's enough to lift the haze over your vision and give you a better glimpse at things.
<... other, it hu...> A whimpering voice in the direction of your target echoes in your ears, drawing you in closer. <... hy won't it stop hurti...>
The voices grow louder as you approach. <Don't cry, Jackie; it'll stop hurting soon, I promise. Just trust me.> You can make out the words being spoken in full, and they give you hope that your master's battle might soon be drawing to a close. <Just trust me, Jackie. You're going to make it. You're going to be fine.>
<But mother, you're hurt even worse than we are.>
<I'll be fine, Jackie; don't worry about me. Just focus on the sound of my voice, and you'll be fine. Mother's promise.>
Finally, you round the corner, coming face-to-face with the results of your barrage. At first, amid the ruin of the broken cobblestone street, you are only able to see the familiar of Assassin, and not the servant to whom she was unmistakably speaking. Much of her body below the waist is completely gone, laying in a blood-stained pile on the other side of the street as a thick trail of blood leads to her current position. She is hunched over, protecting with her body her servant master from the many of your swords embedded in her backside. Crimson footsteps trail away from the blood, but their mark is unidentifiable to you, and they fade after only a short distance.
In comparison, Assassin looks like she's faring much better, and despite the blood staining her face, inappropriately revealing leather attire, and exposed flesh, only a single jagged wound is visible going clean through her upper chest; but from the pulsing glow and the deep blue veins creeping up her neck it's obvious that her spiritual core has been irreparably damaged. <It hurts, mother. It hurts real bad, and it won't stop hurting no matter what.>
<I know, Jackie. But you've got to be strong, okay? Be strong for your mother.>
So engrossed are the dying pair in their own injuries, that they don't even notice you. "Master, I think you'll want want to take a look at this."
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