Jack was at the moment scouting the area around the town that Raven had decided to set up shop, in an abandoned old wine cellar. While cheerfully humming the Ducktales theme song. Bless the Grail for knowledge about the modern world and culture. And Jack was definitely enjoying the various cartoons and similar medias. Which made her more eager to finish her patrol, so that could go back to watching a particular lighthearted comedy show she's basically fallen in love with. It was called RWBY Chibi, if she remembered correctly. Either that or another round of Looney Tunes. She found the segments featuring the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote particularly funny.
She eventually found something of interest at the very edge of town. A total of three Servants and a quite fat man who was presumably the Master of one of the Servants. Two of the Servants were busy having a showdown against each other, which apparently was enough to render them unaware of Jack's presence, not that they would have been aware of it in the first place due to the Presence Concealment-skill. Seeing as the brawl could be entertaining, Jack did what anyone would have done, find a comfortable spot and enjoy the show, in her case, a rather thick branch of a nearby tree. Once she was comfortable, she reached for a small leather pouch, that Raven had made for her, and pulled out a lollipop. Raven quickly discovered that Jack had quite the sweet tooth, with a particular love for strawberry flavored candies, particularly lollipops and wine gums.
"This'll be good. A little bit of entertainment before heading back to base." Thought Jack as she started sucking on the lollipop.
"Got anything interesting to report Jack?" Asked Raven suddenly over the telepathic link, almost startling Jack in the process.
"Other than a pair of Servants having a brawl with a third Servant and a really fat guy of a Master watching the fight? Nope! Their fight is quite interesting so far."
"A fight between Servants? Damn. Almost wish I was there so I could watch it myself. Anyway, as the saying goes, information win wars. That being said, anything that can help us identify them?"
"One of them is fighting with a spear and the other one is fighting with a two-handed sword. The spear wielding guy is also fighting with fire-based powers. We'll call him Mr. Shishkebab." Said Jack, giggling at the nickname she just given the fire-wielding spearman, which caused Raven to release a snicker as she two found it humorous.
"Sounds like Mr. Shishkebab fits the bill for the Lancer-class. Heh, Shishkebab. And taking his pyrokinesis into the equation, it's somewhat safe to assume that he's a demigod from some mythology. His divine parent was probably either a sun- or, at least, fire-deity." Said Raven, repeating the information while taking notes for research, so that she can at least try to identify the Lancer later. "I think that's everything I can work with for now. Continue watching their fight and head back to base once they finish."
"Got it Big Sis!" Exclaimed Jack as she cut the telepathic connection while pulling the lollipop out of her mouth with a pop.
The fight continued for a few more minutes before the lancer suddenly seemed to back off as the sun started rising. The two Servants exchanged a few words, something about a rematch, before Mr. Shishkebab astralized and seemingly took his leave, though he didn't really seem happy about it for some reason. Jack took that as her own que to leave and return to base. This time humming the theme song from the dubbed version of the original Dragon Ball-cartoon from the 90s, Mystical Adventure. While she didn't really understand the plot of the show, she definitely liked the theme song and found it rather catchy.
An hour or so later, Jack eventually reached the entrance to the spot where her big sister had set up shop, an abandoned old vine-cellar, with still working electricity and (much to the shared joy of the sisters) WiFi. Inside the vine-cellar Raven was currently working on identifying the Servant Jack had given the nickname Mr. Shishkebab. By searching on the internet. Jack just grabbed an iPad and started watching cartoons. Five or so minutes later, she was laughing her so hard her stomach hurt. She had accidentally stumbled upon a compilation video of a character known as Lancer being very unlucky, usually resulting in some other character nearby exclaiming the phrase "Lancer died!", from a comedy show called Carnival Phantasm. Though some of the characters seemed somewhat familiar for some reason. Her favorite moment from the series so far was from a city wide race, where Lancer crashed his Gáe Bolg-car at the first curve, because dragsters can't turn.
Meanwhile, Raven had managed to narrow the identity of Mr. Shishkebab down to a single candidate that fit his description. Karna, the hero of charity. A very dangerous and highly destructive powerhouse. Definitely someone that Jack would definitely not be able to beat, even if he was weakened and two out of the three conditions for Jack's Noble Phantasm, Maria the Ripper, was fulfilled. Jack's Noble Phantasm, Maria the Ripper, was a curse-based attack that caused increased damage if three conditions were fulfilled, and these conditions were: 1. The environment is misty (or foggy), a condition that Jack could easily fulfill by herself with her other Noble Phantasm, The Mist, Darkend Misty Metropolis. 2. It's nighttime, pretty self explanatory. 3. The target is female. If all three conditions were fulfilled, Maria the Ripper could be a very lethal attack, but even if all three conditions were met, it wouldn't always guarantee a guaranteed kill-strike. As a result, Raven had given Jack an order to only use it when a still materialized Servant was weakened by a battle against another Servant, or on an isolated master, if The Mist hadn't killed them already through its toxic composition.
After a few minutes or so of strategic thinking, a somewhat evil idea suddenly struck her.
"Hey Jack!" Exclaimed Raven, catching the little serial killer's attention, which caused Jack to pause the video she was watching.
"Humph?"
"In the mood to… manipulate the competition so to speak?"
"Definitely. But wouldn't that count as cheating?" Asked Jack innocently.
"Puh-lease. Don't you know the old saying? All is fair in love and war. Now… let us do what assassins does best."
"And that would be?"
"We fight smart and dirty, little sis. We fight dirty."