You don't forget that you're in a partnership, and at a guess your Servant has more combat experience than you do. So with that in mind you clasp at the mental link.
'Lancer, you heard everything, yes? What do you think we should do?'
There's a brief pause on the mental link while your Servant weighs his options. Or at least that's what you think he's doing.
'Fight. Would you run from this?'
'No.'
You're not one to run from a fight. That still left the more important question.
'Do you think we should accept the priest's offer? Allies are… valuable, right?'
There's a flash of indignation from the other side.
'Do you think me so weak, child of man? No aid is needed. Even if it is a god, I shall strike it down.'
Well that's that, then.
You turn once more to the priest, who's watching you with that ever-neutral stare. Perhaps if you were a little better with people you might have noticed the glint of anger behind those brown eyes.
"I will find the person who did this," you tell the priest, hands clenching into fists. "But we won't require any help."
The priest stares at you for a long moment, expression carefully blank.
"I see. I wish you luck then. May god bless you in your endeavour."
With nothing else to say, you sweep from the Church and send out your strings of prana to connect back to both your dolls and the one you'd sent out alone. All of them jerk back at your touch, your mind taking over their senses. It takes a little effort on your part to coordinate so many on their way towards the temple while continuing away from the temple but you manage. Barely. Lancer's mind drifts against your own a number of times, guiding you on the correct path ahead.
Meanwhile, the first of your dolls – the one resembling an actual woman – arrives at the bottom of the temple steps. Or rather, what had been the temple steps. The forest is ablaze, and even now, ash and debris is drifting down from the heavens. A great conflagration is taking place above you, and far in the distance, you can see the shattered remnants of what once was a Buddhist holy place. Now, it's a fractured crater, a great depression in the mountainside.
All at once, you realise that anything you bring to this fight won't be enough.
You sever all connections to your minor dolls and focus everything on the doll you'd poured everything into. It gives you enough control over your faculties to break out into a run, feet hitting the cold pavement of Fuyuki's bridge. If you can't actively do anything to change the situation, then…
'Lancer, go ahead to the temple and meet up with my Doll. Treat it as your Master, I'll return to the Workshop and do what I can to help you. Don't waste any time.'
It's probably the most serious order you've ever given – and will likely ever give.
Treat it as your master? Ornstein snorts in annoyance. To be commanded by nothing but a doll? How insulting. And so the child of man flees for safety yet again, wilting against the darkness like a scared rabbit.
But it matters not. For he is the Lion Knight, and he shall stand against it all, be it demon or god.
That is, indeed, what he expected. Some great figure, some knight from legend, or some monstrosity from some foreign landscape. Instead, standing before him near the crater of what had once been an old, ancient place, is a little girl, lithe of build and clad in a dark cloak. She is hooded, her face hidden from view, and the cloak is large, far too large, obscuring her entire figure when the wind does not disturb it.
When the wind does disturb it, however, it stretches for many feet around her, splitting off into dozens, perhaps hundreds of loose ends. Ornstein is reminded, peculiarly, of one of the animals of the sea in this world. Like the tentacles of a jellyfish, harmless and silly to look at, but potentially deadly.
Far behind him stood the doll in the guise of a child of man. Brown hair fluttered against the backdrop of the ashen landscape as she stared into the darkness behind them. As though she was waiting for something – or someone.
…
…
Indeed, they were no longer alone.
"Tohsaka? What are you-"
"Emiya-kun? Why are you-"
As the red-haired boy and his brunette counterpart devolve into… something… the doll – no, you – lock eyes with the white-haired girl accompanying them. In the darkness behind them, you sense Servants. Fonts of power that dwarf your own.
If you were capable of it, you'd feel terrified.
As you watch this accumulation of enemies, something changes. A blanket of power far greater than you, or anything you've sensed yet, simply rolls over you. To compare it to something physical, it seems almost though as though you were submerged underneath water. From the cries of the magi you'd seen, they feel much the same.
In all actuality, it wasn't water, though. It was mist. Thick and physically tangible. Not only did it make it impossible to see, but it felt as though the mist was actively working against you, even as it swirled around you.
Ornstein had a better perspective. He had been standing there, preparing for combat with the slight of a girl, when she took a single step back. And from under her cloak rolled the mist. It was a sorcery, of that much Ornstein was certain, and to his great anger, it worked. Another step back, and the girl was simply gone. Faded away.
And now the mist was all about him.
Just like that thrice damned Gywndolin!
Ornstein felt the anger take him. There was some… Compulsion on him. He could sense that. His innate magic resistance was nullifying it in part. But this person, this foul wretch, did not need to take such a measure. The thought of fighting this opponent, this embodiment of all that he loathed, it was more than enough to stir that ancient wrath. That hatred that had felled dragons.
Lightning sparked.
And so you, standing with these other Masters, catch the edge of the mist. Conversation stops as it draws near, and the two Servants who had been lingering in spirit form come forth. You don't see them, though, so focused on the scene unfolding in front of you.
There's a feeling deep down in your gut that Lancer will lose on his own.
… but what can you do?
[] Do you do anything specific?
And then for Lancer…
[] Give Lancer specific orders on how to deal with the enemy Servant.
-[] What are they?
[] Give Lancer orders to retreat.
-[] How do you word it?
[] Use a Command Seal.
-[] What is the wording?
[] Give no orders.
You have seen Servant Caster! Sheet partially filled out.
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