"We wait. We continue to wait."

Daichi Mamoru said these words even as arrows began to come down on them. The rain of wooden shafts continued for a few minutes before it stopped. After that, they began to return to their positions. Below, Ken Marker was educating his new familiar, his Servant making a disgusted face. In the midst of this peace an explosion boomed. The new familiar quickly flew after the flame, to the relief of Ken's Saber.

And a huge flaming spear shook the night. They gazed over at the warehouse district.

All of it was on fire.

"That should get their attention." Bob spoke to his Servant Archer and his fellow riders.

"This will go well." Tensai said. As Bob and Archer began their own conversation, Tensai and his Servant sank into silence as they sat in the train.

But neither of them seemed to mind.

Another flaming spear shot out of the train.

This time it arced into the residential district to the north, at the foot of a mountain.

And the place burst into flames.

"Yes… that's it… the La Pucelle is almost here."

"Keep running, Hashimoto!"

With that they continued to run fearfully from the Maiden of Orleans. Behind them was an inconspicuous train.

"Master, there are Servants in that train." A man in traditional Chinese garb said. Li Shuwen warned his Master. "They could attack us."

"That would be just one more problem, Assassin. Keep running!"

Behind them the golden knight ran at top speed.

"Bishop. I'm glad you're on your way. Get some sleep on the plane." I spoke into the magecraft communicator. "Yes, yes. There's a lot of damage. Yes, I think this city should be abandoned. There's been too much destruction here. Get an evacuation group here."

"Are you crazy?" He asked. "You're a supervisor and you're supposed to stop things like this from happening!"

"We'll see." I said. "It was an unforeseen circumstance."

The winged girl flew through the night. If someone were to see her from below, she would be a low-flying plane.

But if they could see her cargo of high explosive, they would be very scared. It was a few bombs made out of military-grade RDX explosive. It was highly volatile and dangerous.

In front of her was the shrine where the priest lived.

I love a challenge.

Kenichi Tohno was, uncharacteristically for him, watching and waiting. But he was not idly wasting his time, instead he was watching and analyzing the battle between Servants extremely intently. On his shoulder was a blue wisp tinted red in the darkness.

"Are you watching, Rider?" He asked. "I would much rather have chased the train, but we can't change now."

"Yes, Kenichi. But teamwork comes first. No army can live with its members disobeying the orders."

They continued to observe. Beside him, Ken Marker was doing the same, along with his Servant Saber.

What was even more unusual for them was that there were snacks in their hands. Kenichi cradled a hotdog which had been horribly impaled on a wooden stick. Ken, on the other hand, held a bucket of butter-flavored popcorn, no salt.

"You want some, Saber?" Ken asked. "It's just butter, so anyone can enjoy!"

"No, but I'm sure Alice would love some." He responded. "That girl really eats anything they say is good." As they were having this conversation, the two Masters were intently watching.

"Rider! Did you see that?" Kenichi asked.

"W-What!?" She asked, obviously because she had her mind on someone else. Most of the passengers on the eagle snickered, with even the careful Daichi laughing a bit.

"Joan of Arc's defense is perfect, but those three are batting away at her like mad." He said. "This can't last too long."

"Come to think of it, why does Joan of Arc look just like Arturia?" Ken asked.

"Probably just the lazy character designers." Kenichi said.

"Or it's the Saber trademark." Ken said, watching the battle absently.

"I honestly don't like them." Kenichi said. "I prefer stronger women myself. Older and wiser is more my thing."

Hidden in the night, the blue-on-red wisp turned into nothing but red.

He's talking about me… The wisp thought. It felt somewhat happy and flew closer to Kenichi's shoulder.

They continued to survey the battle from afar.

"Master, I don't think what we just did was the best decision." Archer said. They were hiding out in the mountains. Behind them, Lancer and his Master were in their workshop. Archer was staring down at the city.

The city they had destroyed. The only things left now were fire and rubble.

"I don't like this either." Bob said. "But it's the only way."

The La Pucelle was getting impatient.

They were stalling. They were very obviously just stalling for time. Every attack she sent was merely beaten back, and they were just making halfhearted moves at her. IN this way, she could not advance and she could not retreat.

She knew that there was more than met the eye with these men, but she had never felt so frustrated before. She decided to chat.

"So, Rider." She asked. "Why do you look so ugly, pretending to be a hero?" She asked. No conversation could be made with Berserker, and Lancer seemed a horrible conversationlaist.

"Speak for yourself, you wretched cur!" The proud Rider replied. "No Ruler would dare show their face when it's that blemished but you!"

"How dare you!" Joan yelled.

They no longer spoke, only rebutting each other with their swords.

Damn that uncooperative priest. She thought. I could have killed them much faster had he helped me.

Far above them, the quick trade of blows and words had not gone unnoticed.

"Did they just call each other ugly even though they look exactly the same!?" Ken asked incredulously. Kenichi muttered a two-syllable response.

"Hurr durr."