Hey guys. I just wanted to post a quick note regarding the story. Yes, I have read your reviews and get that some of you are quite upset that Naruto hasn't been shining much since the Chaldea arc began. The reason I have for this is to focus more on the other characters other than Naruto and simply Jeanne. In the apocrypha event I sort of blew through the entire thing without stopping. As such, it felt kind of bland. That's why I wanted to go slower in this arc.

But I get it. You all want Naruto and that's perfectly fine. I'm just trying to make it so that watching Naruto annihilate everything with nothing but a flick of his wrist isn't all that you're seeing. I might have to rewrite my drafts quite a bit, but I can assure you that the next chapter will be mostly centered around Naruto and his exploits in a certain underground magical facility in the desert.

With that said, thank you for the reviews. It helps me understand more things as a writer and not just as a person.

A city of diamond rose from the ashes of a cratered wasteland, casting its shadows over the makeshift houses and shelters that had been set up outside of its borders. The massive gate that separated the city shone like polished marble, glittering like the finest of silver and draped over with blue banners that complimented it well. Lined at the top were lines of soldiers who watched the sea of sands for any threat that would appear at their walls.

In the numerous pathways below, the citizens of the city bustled about happily without a care in the world. Despite the outside of the city being completely desert, the inside flourished with life and nature. Everything shone with vitality, and a lone servant was emitting more than anyone else as she walked towards the gate while humming a tune to herself. Her slippers clapped against the pavement, drawing the attention of onlookers as she passed by. She wore a white overcoat with a low cut which revealed a bikini top between golden accents, matching leggings that separated her from the rest of the civilians. Her long black hair flowed behind her, covered on top by a purple cap and a neck guard that shielded her neck from the rays of the sun. She merrily continued on her path despite the looks everyone was giving her as she headed towards the gate.

Despite this, several forms kept their eyes on her. In one of the tallest towers, several servants had gathered near the balcony to watch her go. It was the place where the king would usually be to address the people, but now was not the time for speeches.

"Tch... It would have been a great opportunity to stab her in the back... She shouldn't have been allowed to go. Though, it's not like one woman can do anything in that desert."

A blonde knight in silver armor, accented with red, stared at the figures back with her arms crossed in clear displeasure. Another knight wore black scaled armor that mirrored his slick hair and pale skin. By his side was a huge two-handed sword that glistened gold and blue. It seemed way too thick to be an actual sword and more like a flat sheet of iron on a stick.

The blonde shot a look towards the other knight next to her, whose bright red hair being an oddity amongst them. His eyes were closed and his expression was blank, giving people the impression that he had fallen asleep while standing. He didn't even seem to notice the glare the blonde knight was giving him.

"You think so too, right, bird brain? Hey, Tristan, are you even alive?!"

At the mention of his name, the red knight's head tilted up a little bit. "Excuse me... Sir Mordred. I wasn't asleep... Please continue on without heeding me..." Tristan stated in a voice barely above that of a murmur, his eyes also having stayed closed. "And if you are asking about women, please refer to Sir Lancelot instead of me... Yes... It's truly sad, but he has more experience in such matters than I."

Sir Mordred gave him an annoyed look. "What does that have to do with anything?!"

Besides them, Sir Lancelot had an annoyed look on his face as he watched their exchange. He was about to speak up when the rustling of cloth and a pair of metal footsteps came into his peripheral vision. "Sir Agravain."

The knight in question turned as a young man with blonde hair entered the room, his face and body brimming with health and vitality as he stood within the ray of the sun. Out of all of the senior knights, stress hadn't affected his visage or appearance. He wore a black cavalier shirt that was tucked into silver armor that glittered and sparkled like the walls of the city. None of them vocally admitted it to the man's face, but it really annoyed them to look at him.

"As the adjutant, you are the only one who may speak directly with the king. Had the king said aught else?" The knight inquired. "Any words about the protection of the holy city?"

"Do not be so presumptuous. The king has no words for you." Sir Agravain replied coldly with a hard edge to his tone, but none of the knights reacted. "All you need to do to show your loyalty as the king's knights. Though Xuanzang Sanzang is a foreigner, she was not the 'traitor' that was prophesied by the astrologer. That is all you need to know."

"Yes..." Sir Tristan shifted slightly. "When the foreign star shines bright, the coalition of chalk fractures, the king's authority wanes, and the tower of divine revelation falls... A truly sad, but beautiful, poem. If there is a need, would you like me to recite it?"

"We've all heard it before, Tristan." Sir Agravain said quickly. The archer just gave a sad sigh and sunk back into his usual silence as Sir Agravain continued on. "Like I said, the king has permitted Xuanzang Sanzang to leave. We can leave her be. The ones you should be worried about are the foreigners who will come after."

He stepped forward towards the edge of the balcony and gazed over the land. It was the land of the distant utopia. The world they had all strived to build. Her world. "The duty of protecting the human order... It must surely be a heavy one. Soon, the last master of this world will surely come."

He turned towards the knights once more before continuing. "The king has commanded you to strive to not be discourteous. But the king bears the weight of this world. We must clean up the worthless trivialities ourselves. You have heard me, O' Knights of The Round Table..."

His armor rattled and clanked as he began walking off to report back to his king. He only paused momentarily to give one last message.

"I look forward to your true loyalty."

The knights stood still as they watched Sir Agravain leave. In their minds, they had no doubts about their loyalties. They would meet whatever threatened the utopia their king had built and swiftly remove it from this world. For her honor, and their own, they would gladly go through hell and back for their king.

They were the greatest and the best. Nothing would touch these walls without the king's permission.

In the deepest part of the desert, far from the distant city, a sandstorm raged like a violent twister. Visibility had been nearly reduced to zero and it made navigating nearly impossible unless one was used to such weather. It was almost impossible for anything to even live out here.

Key word: Almost.

In the distance, the servants of Chaldea fought off a huge monstrosity that rose from the shadows of the storm. It towered over the servants in size and fought like a lion as it balanced itself on paws the size of pillars. It's face was covered by a golden mask, with only its glowing red eyes peaking out for visibility. Sprouting from its torso were a pair of large wings. Despite this, it didn't look like it could support the beasts full weight and they were mostly used to stir up the sandstorm even more.

It didn't give much sound as it suddenly lashed out with its paws like a cat, scattering sand everywhere as it impacted the spot a familiar blonde servant with blue armor was a split second before. Without pausing, the wings on its back sprouted up and deflected a barrage of arrows that had shot out from its right. Hissing, its eyes began to glow brighter as it turned towards the direction the attack had come from and launched a burst of magical energy in the form of a laser, causing an explosion of heat as the red archer dove out of the way.

While all of this was happening a cloaked figure stood from atop one of the cliffs, silently watching over the battle. A large white cloak concealed most of his features, the hood pulled up all the way to prevent his face from being viewed. The only thing noteworthy that anyone could identify him with was the fact that his right arm was completely silver and robotic in nature. Despite this, it moved just as fluidly as its fleshy counterpart.

The man watched as the numerous servants attempted to bring the beast down, hitting it with attack after attack. It ultimately proved to be fruitless, however, as the beast's high-speed regeneration healed all the wounds that were inflicted on it.

His silver arms instinctively tightened. In any normal circumstances, he would have gone down there to help them. Merlin had told him of the servants and masters who would arrive here one day to save this world and its inhabitants. Still, he needed to be sure. Absolutely sure. Because there was one thing that was stopping him from joining.

He zeroed in on the moving form of the familiar blue knight as she moved across the battlefield. It was the king he served. His king. The king was here in the desert.

But he knew it was not his true king. The king had excalibur, one of the greatest of holy swords. A sword that his own king had all but lost. Was she aiding Chaldea?

He would wait and see. If they were truly from Chaldea, he would assist them when the time comes. For now, he had his own goals to achieve. His true target laid deep within the castle walls and he would surely need assistance to get in. If he did assist them, however, he needed to keep his identity hidden. After all, there were too many anomalies. Too many unknown variables. He had waited for this moment for over a thousand years and he could not afford failure. His body was breaking down faster every single day.

He wrapped himself tighter in his cloak and disappeared deeper into the sandstorm. By his honor as a knight, no, a knight of the round table, he would fix this problem and save his king.

Gudao looked on with sight worry as he scoured the battlefield, looking for anything that could help them gain an advantage over the beast. Within minutes of landing they had already been attacked by creatures from the sandstorm, causing them to loose most of their food supplies in the chaos as the hungry beasts devoured them and ran off.

They had gotten very little sleep, having to fend off night attacks from other curious monsters that had wandered into their territory. During that time, Da Vinci had crafted special masks for the two masters to wear. The abnormally high mana concentration in the air would have been fatal without those masks. To make things worse, contact with Chaldea had been cut off upon contact.

Which unfortunately meant they weren't getting any backup any time soon.

He grumbled as he readjusted the goggles on his head. They weren't really doing much to help his visibility, but it was better than having sand stream into your eyes every second. Both him and Gabby simply relied on their connections with their servants to coordinate and tell where they were. Against a single enemy, coordination wasn't exactly needed.

But the pure power the beast was putting off was starting to make them reconsider a plan of action. Medea, Jeanne, Leonardo, and Mashu were keeping close to him and Gabby incase another beast decided to attack them. The rest of them had decided to go on the offensive against the beast. Since Gudao was paranoid, he had requested that all of them not release their noble phantasms unless it was extremely dire. They had no idea if someone was watching them and they had to keep things under a low profile. They were far too early in the game to reveal their secrets too quickly.

Arturia was the one who currently held most of the beasts attention, being the most flashiest and brightest among them. She currently had her sword in its invisible form, surrounding it in wind and using it to part the sandstorm around her as she hacked and slashed at the beast.

The beast howled in pain as she managed to finally get a solid strike on it. The beast temporarily lost its footing thanks to the wound on its right leg. As it stumbled, Arturia stepped forward to follow up with another slash but found herself jumping backwards as the beasts eyes began glowing. A second later, another beam of magical energy surged towards her.

She raised her sword in preparation to defend herself when she suddenly felt something fly past her. A millisecond later, she heard the beast roar in pain and the beam of energy was suddenly diverted over her head. Looking up, she saw the beast reeling back in pain with an iron sword with a tint of red embedded in its chest.

Arturia suddenly blinked as she saw Mordred explode pass her. Her hands were void of any weapon and it took Arturia a moment to realize that Mordred had just thrown her sword like a boomerang, one of the most unethical things a knight could possibly do.

Mordred just smirked. She had no such quarrels about doing such a deed. To her, a sword was just a tool one as a means to win a battle. As long as she got the job done, she'll do anything to increase her chances of success. That included punching, biting, and even kicking like a beast. She didn't even have that much in terms of pure swordsmanship, simply just releasing swings and slashes with all her might.

There was barely any technique, but she didn't care. Technique was only used to help compensate for strength and she was by no means lacking in that department. Despite her small frame, she was one of the physically strongest servants in Chaldea and she wasn't afraid to boast about it.

Unfortunately, there was a limit to how much raw power can get you.

As she ran forward to pull the blade out of the beast and initiate the finishing blow, her eyes suddenly widened as the beast lashed out with its paws. Gritting her teeth, she jumped back and dodged a slash that would have bisected her in half. Much to her surprise, the beast was operating with her sword still stuck inside it.

"How?! I chucked that son of a bitch as hard as I could!" She inwardly complained to herself as she was forced backwards by the beast. Jumping backwards, she found herself next to Arturia, who was giving her a deadpan look.

"I thought you knew better than that, Mordred. No knight should ever let their sword leave from their hands." Arturia said in that stupid deadpan tone which Mordred hated so much.

"I don't need your stupid talk right now, father." Mordred growled, saying the word 'father' like it was the worst insult she could have thought of. Arturia's expression just hardened a little bit, but it was unclear to Mordred what her father was even thinking right now. Was it disappointment? Hatred? Pity? She didn't know, and perhaps she never will.

She hated that look.

"You're without your weapon, Mordred. What do you plan to do without it? Do you plan to simply rush in their like a berserker and pummel it to death with your bare hands?"

"Beowulf does it." Mordred argued.

"Yes, but unlike him you'll just get in everyones way. You need to be on standby until we can get your sword back. Until then, stay out of everyones way." Arturia said as she began turning back to the beast, but was suddenly stopped as Mordred's grip suddenly latched onto her arm. Looking into her eyes, she saw them slightly glowing with anger.

"You expect me to sit by the sidelines like a spectator?! You insult me, Father! I am a warrior, not a little girl!" She hissed. Despite her anger, Arturia's eyes just narrowed as she stared down at her arm.

They were suddenly interrupted from further conversation when sounds of mechanical nature reach their ears. Turning, they found Robin in the sand next to them as he sniped at the monster. He wasn't the most skilled Archer at Chaldea, but he was much more efficient when it came to close combat than most of them. It also helped that he wasn't as honorable as most of them, letting him adapt to any opponent by using underhanded methods most wouldn't use.

"The two of you need to stow your family argument for later and focus on protecting our masters. You wouldn't want me to report this to them, would you?" Robin grumbled as he loaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"Stay out of this, thief. A warrior who strikes from the shadows doesn't belong in a discussion between knights." Mordred growled with clear distaste. She never really liked the Archer much. He was annoying and always acted way to relaxed, even during missions. It may have something to do with what he usually smoked, but she didn't bother to even find out.

Not only that, but she disliked him for other personal reasons. Loathe as she was to admit, his legend outshined her own and possibly that of her father's. Everyone know who Robin Hood was. The man who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. He was in movies, story books, and cartoons due to how noble his story supposedly was.

He was a hero, but he was far from noble.

"True. I never liked talking with you knightly type. It's all about 'honor' this and 'justice' that. When will you ever learn that shooting someone in the back isn't the worse thing in the world?" Robin said with a sigh as he ducked under another laser. "Also, watch your left."

Arturia and Mordred suddenly raised their hands to shield their faces as Kakashi ran past them, kicking up a trail of sand as he blitzed past with a pair of kunai in his hands. Before the beast could react, Kakashi had kicked himself up and shot towards the beast's face as he stabbed forward with his kunai. The beast howled in pain as the knives found their mark in the beast's eyes. As it thrashed around in panic, Kakashi loosened his grip on the knives and grabbed hold of Mordred's sword. Hanging onto it for dear life, he began transmitting lightning chakra through it, shocking the beast with an electric current that was several levels higher than normal electricity.

"Scathach! Medusa! Hold it down!" Kakashi ordered as he fought to keep himself from slipping. On his command, the two female servants dashed forth and quickly went to work. Scathach quickly leapt into the air and summoned several Gae Bolg prototypes, shooting them with accuracy as she aimed for the beasts legs, pinning it to the ground as the spears sank into the ground. As this happened, Medusa had circled around the beast and threw her chain, looping it around the beast's neck and forcing its neck to the ground and effectively immobilizing it.

"RASENGAN!"

Above them, Jiraiya had leapt into the air and dove towards the ground with his hand outstretched, creating a spiral blue orb of chakra that was rotating at such high speeds it seemed to be bending the wind around it. Quickly channeling chakra to his arms, Kakashi ripped the sword out of the monster and jumped backwards. The wound began rapidly stitching itself up, but it was far too late to fully recover as Jiraiya slammed the blue orb of chakra into the back of the creature with full force, creating an explosion that blocked their field of vision as dust and sand spewed everywhere.

When the dust finally cleared, they found Jiraiya standing over the monster's corpse as it slowly began to disintegrate with a blue color leaking out of its wounds. The servant's kept their eyes on the beast, making sure that the beast wasn't playing possum and resumed its attack when their backs were turned. Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case as the final remains of the beast disappeared and dissipated into the atmosphere.

Mashu narrowed her eyes as she watched the servants regain their bearings. "Sempai... It seems the monster has fully disappeared. But... Something doesn't seem right..."

"You are right, Mashu." Da Vinci agreed with an analytical eye. "It's a higher rank among the divine species. Perhaps even slightly higher than that of a dragon. A divine entity."

"A sphinx." Gudao stated, knowing he recognized that beast somewhere.

"A mystical creature with the body of a lion and the face of a human." Medea noted, floating above them. "My first time observing such a specimen. It's certainly quite powerful and rich in magical mystery. It would be unwise for us to stay here with these things on the prowl."

"I agree." Jeanne said as she kneeled down next to Gabby and gave her a concerned look. "Gabby's not doing well. Her lips are turning blue. If we don't find a water source fast, I fear she'll become too dehydrated to walk around."

"What can we do? Connection with Chaldea is down so we can't get a digital map from Roman." Gabby coughed from her position, her voice scratchy and dry.

"If we're simply looking for a specific area, it won't be much of a problem for me. I always come prepared." Rummaging around in her pack, Da Vinci pulled out a small device with the Chaldea logo on the back. It looked sort of like a big circular watch, but there were no numbers of hands on the screen. Infusing some of her own prana, a small blinking reticle appeared in the center with another appearing above it.

"Hm... According to my scanner, there seems to be something of a water source to the North of here. The size of it appears to be some kind of oasis." Da Vinci informed."

"Then that's where we will go." Emiya said as he rejoined them, with Oda not too far behind with their belongings. "Their faces are starting to go pale and I highly doubt we'll be able to move far with them in such conditions." He gave Gudao a look. "Of course, we need your word, master."

Gudao nodded. Water sounded good, even if it had sand. He gave a nod to Emiya, signaling his approval. Seeing this, Emiya turned towards the rest of the servants to address them.

"Pack your stuff up, everyone! We're moving out!" The servants nodded and began packing up, salvaging anything that could remain useful for their journey. Arturia just gave one last look to Mordred before she went to join with the masters, leaving the knight of betrayal alone. Mordred simply just huffed in annoyance and turned to find her sw-

She suddenly paused when she found Kakashi standing in front of her with Clarent in his hands. Seeing her quizzical look, Kakashi simply held the handle of the sword out toward her.

"Nice sword." He said with a chipper tone, not like the usual uncomfortable or bitter tone that she would often get when spoken to. She quickly shook herself out of her shock and quickly grasped the sword.

"Thanks..." She muttered, shouldering the blade and looking away like her pride demanded of her. Much to her surprise, Kakashi simply chuckled and gave her a small pat on the back as he walked past.

"You have a nice throwing arm too. Try not to be so brash next time, though. None of us want to see you killed because you didn't have your weapon." Kakashi advised before pausing as Mordred gave him a glare. "Hey, it's not like I'm saying you're weak. You're quite strong, you know? I'm just saying that it'll be better for you if you didn't throw it so much. The sword wasn't meant for that kind of thing anyways."

"That's what father said." Mordred muttered as she thought about her father's words.

"Well, Arturia wasn't wrong." Kakashi shrugged. While he wouldn't let it show, he was kinda still wrapping his head around the fact that Mordred called Arturia, who was clearly female, her father. To each their own he guessed.

"Like father is. Father believes that I'm not worthy example of a knight, much less as her son. I don't act like a knight or uphold the standards apparently." Mordred grumbled, looking down at the ground.

Kakashi simply stood their silently, politely not acting on that comment. He knew the two of them had a shared history that was very volatile and unfortunate. Speaking about it in front of any of them, especially Mordred, would only end with the cold shoulder. As much as anyone could tell, Mordred hated her father and Arturia was simply trying her best to ignore her son.

Despite this, several of the servants around Chaldea theorized that there was more to it than that. Though mostly everyone didn't want to bother coming in between the two servants.

Except for Naruto, but even he knew better than to try and get between them.

"Kakashi! Mordred!"

The two of them looked up to find Scathach yelling at them, gesturing with her arm that clearly indicated for them to hurry the hell up. In the distance, the rest of the group had already began moving away towards the water source.

"Come on. Let's get moving." Kakashi said before his eye twinkled. "Let's see who can get their first."

"Is that a challenge?" Mordered asked, looking up curiously before smirking. "You're on then, old man."

"Is that so? Then how about we go on three." Kakashi said as he got into a ready position. As Mordred got into position next to him, he began to count down.

"Three."

Before Mordred could blink, Kakashi had already taken off at the speed of sound towards the group. Cursing out loud, she exploded after him using prana burst to help catch up.

"Hey! That's cheating!" She complained, but she oddly didn't sound angry. In fact, she seemed to have a small smile on her face as she rushed to keep up with the scarecrow. Scathach simply blinked in confusion as they rushed past her without stopping. For a moment she stood there frozen, but a smirk worked its way onto her face.

"Hey now... I can't let you two show me up." And with that, she sprinted after them as her warriors pride was evoked.

However, from the distance, someone was watching them go. It wasn't the silver knight, though, but one who was wrapped in the darkness of a black cloak. The appearance of the individual was covered by the black cloak and the straw hat that was worn on the head, casting a shadow over the individual's face.

He stared at them until they disappeared under the cover of the sandstorm. Once they had done so, the man leisurely stood up and began slowly, but surely, tailing after them. As he did so, he slowly raised his right hand and watched as a sudden black crow crawled out of his sleeve. Taking a small scroll from the inside of his cloak, he gave it to the crow which cawed once before flying off into the sandstorm with the scroll in its talons.

Until the group had made it to the water source, they claimed that they had felt like they were being watched. But whenever they turned around, they would only see something resemble a red cloud for a moment before it disappeared.

The group had arrived at a small oasis that was hidden out of view. While it was an oasis, it wasn't the targeted area that Da Vinci had originally targeted on her radar. Still, they decided to settle down and take a break for a moment so that the masters could rest before moving on.

"That was nice of you." Scathach said as she and Kakashi sat on top of a large boulder that wasn't too far from the camp and where they had decided to set up their defensive border. "Challenging her to a race like that. Making her smile."

"She's a child in the body of a young woman." Kakashi replied casually without looking up from his book. "And no matter how tough her facade is, she'll have all the wants and needs of a young child."

"Like parental love."

"Yes. Exactly."

She looked up from cleaning her spears and gave him an odd look. "What? Do you plan on filling in that void? In front of Arturia?"

"No. She just needs someone to talk to. Someone to nudge her in the right direction." Kakashi replied before he sighed. "Look, nothing is going to happen if nobody else gets involved. You of all people should know that these types of problems don't get solved by themselves. They're both too stubborn to admit their true feelings to each other."

"So you're going to be the one to bridge the gap between them? Because if that's true, then you'll be bridging a gap the size of a canyon. What makes you think you'll be able to do so?" Scathach questioned with a curious look.

Kakashi just shrugged. "We're teachers, right? It's our job to guide people in the right direction. If there's a problem Naruto wouldn't ignore it. Even though most of us wish he could."

"And what if they don't want our help?"

"Too bad. There is no refund." Kakashi said as he stood up. "We're the last hopes of humanity. Whatever happens between one of us effects us all. I know I haven'e been here that long, but I know for sure that we can't afford to let this kind of thing spiral out of control." He looked up into the distance and saw Jiraiya jogging towards them. "It's Jiraiya's shift now. Try not to kill him like last time."

Scathach didn't react to the joke and simply watched silently as Kakashi left the post. As they passed, the two men exchanged a formal greeting before Jiraiya now occupied the rock besides her.

"You better not try to ask me about modeling for your perverted book." Scathach said to the pervert as he settled down in a lotus position. "I'm not some kind of toy for you boys."

Jiraiya huffed and crossed his arms, giving him the impression of being angry but Scathach knew better after interacting with him. "Why must you always look down on my work? For the last time, it's not just about porn. That's a secondary benefit. It's about romance and pure action! If you'd actually read my book, you'd understand."

"The day I touch one of your books will be on the day that someone manages to defeat me." She scoffed.

"Oho? Then I shall hold your word on that." Jiraiya grinned. If Tsunade ever taught him anything, it would be that women like her were terrible gamblers.

The two settle into comfortable silence. While they may have argued on Jiraiya's literature, they were still respectable partners. Age wise, he was one of the oldest servants in Chaldea along with her, though she wouldn't tell anyone her age. Jiraiya was also her source of information on Kakashi, since the man barely told her anything about himself and she couldn't find a book about ancient Shinobi in the archives. Possibly because Shakespeare loved to rotate the selection every week or so.

Speaking of information...

"By the way Perv," She smirked upon seeing the man's annoyed look. "I'm very bored and I haven't been outside of the Land of Shadows since Chaldea summoned me. Why don't you tell me a story?"

Jiraiya blinked. "What are you, five? I don't have many stories besides my own to tell and you've made it very clear about how much you hate them."

"I'm not talking about something you'd find in a book." Scathach replied with a roll of her eyes before a thoughtful smile found its way on her face. "How about some dirt. Why don't you tell me something about little bro Naruto, preferably something embarrassing."

He hated being called that, but he respectfully referred to her as his big sis. Why not? Even he knew better than to go against her for fear of her Gae Bolg. Besides, she was technically older than him anyway. Even before he was born she was in the Land of Shadows which didn't exist on the physical plane.

Jiraiya's frown turned into a smirk. "That's easy. I have quite a bit of those." He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Yes... Here's one. There was a time when I shoved him off a cliff..."