Fate/Impetus

Caster held up a hand. "Wait a moment." Mana signatures lit up the map, as she was using the fallout as cover to magically sweep the area without giving away her familiar. Three glowing mana signatures lit up inside the house.

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<I'm....here...mostly.> Archer responded after a moment, sounding pained. She decided, after a moment, not to reveal further details of her situation.

Rin shoved the beam aside. "I'm fine." she said, getting to her feet - and immediately falling back down with a cry. Takeshi could easily see why - her leg was plainly broken. The jagged end of a bone poking out of the side of her leg just below the knee was a bit of a giveaway.

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"Might want to get that arm looked at." Lancer remarked as he materialized next to Gereon. Given that the arm in question was a ruin of crushed meat and shattered bone, that seemed correct. Oh, and then the pain hit him like a sledgehammer to the face.

"Thats a shame." Aaron says as the movement of the masters.

Takeshi had never dealt with an injury such as this, mostly minor bruises and fractures. "Shit." Takeshi says awkwardly, wondering what on god's f**king green earth he should do.

Hereon screamed in german I'll let you decide the nonsense of fuse words came from him. He took out a syringe and infected it into his arm. and as he continued to scream and his arm twisted writhed as it retained its original shape.

"I have half a mind to throw another car but I need two for another little plan." Aaron muttered to himself.

"We have two additional cars, Master..." Caster pointed out, focusing her own attention on the bright points of mana that denoted the Servants.

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Rin ground her teeth in pain, looking at her leg. "...okay. I changed my mind. I'm not fine."

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"Well, shit. I hope that didn't kill the other three..." Lancer said, surveying the rubble. "Okay, wait here." He dashed off into the wreckage.

"Point made." Aaron said preparing another car.

"That's going to be sore in the morning."
<wait what i'm not coherent don't you dare go save some enemy master>

"Well obviously, what do I do?"

Aaron drives this car a little faster then the one before in order to get there while the masters are still down.

"Just make sure Assassin doesn't ambush us or something..." Rin said managing to get herself into a sitting position. Holding a hand over the injury, she began murmuring an incantation in German.

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<I'm not, they're fine. Just make sure we don't have more car bombs incoming.> Lancer said. Gereon was getting an interesting feed from him. As he entered the ruined kitchen where the other three Servants had wound up, he made an interesting discovery.

Rider had been impaled on a piece of the original car, and was looking quite upset. This could be because the Golden Fleece was currently wrapped around Beowulf's shoulder like an armband. Archer appeared to be mostly fine if somewhat disheveled, though the armor around her midriff had been completely destroyed.

"Yo."

Most of the servants heard the sound of screeching as the second car came up. Aaron aimed the car at the remains of the house.

Takeshi nods and sets another field around them, readying his staff.

Gereon brought up his monocle again and saw the same magical signature that was currently sprayed all over the ruined crater. <why we can let it finish off everyone else.>
He said controlling the bio-stone so that it surrounded himself making a bunker waiting for it to to come.
<screw it I'm stoping this wichser, lancer remind me to cut this guy down as well.> His eyes glared down the road as he steeled him self and set about moving the very earth under neath the road its self.
A little to soon than what he hoped for he grounded his teeth and concentrated as the entire street collapsed in a sudden drop creating a 30ft wall of solid rock on the other end of the pit.
<don't look down on me.>

The car smashed into the thirty foot edge of the pit at full speed, crumpling on impact into a twisted mess of metal. After a moment, its damaged mechanisms caused the explosives to go off prematurely, carving a significantly larger portion of the surrounding street and neighborhood away and shooting a jet of violet-white fire into the sky.

"Well that didn't end as well as the first." Aaron said.

<Vloek I'm good>

<I saw that from here.> Lancer reported. Gereon's video feed was increasingly interesting, meanwhile. Rider would have killed Beowulf about a dozen times if he could, but his sword was nowhere to be found and he had a piece of metal the size of a refridgerator door wedged in his ribcage. "Get your hands off that!" he snarled, blood running from the corner of his mouth as he picked his way across the room towards Saber.

The Servant in question, who still had the Golden Fleece on him, regarded the other man impassively. Rider didn't have his sword, but he had his shield, so he swung that at Saber's face. Unimpressed, the larger Servant caught it in one hand, crumpling the bronze. Bringing up his other hand to grip it (the Golden Fleece having healed his arm), he tore it in half as though it was made of tinfoil, before slamming his head into Rider's. Jason's head snapped backwards and he stumbled, before Beowulf grabbed the shard of metal embedded in his chest and pulled it up and out, bisecting most of his torso.

As he faded away, dissolving into mist like the spray of seawater, Jason screamed.

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Elsewhere, Aaron's sister Alice felt a sudden, stabbing pain, as though a spear had just been shoved through her hand.

Alice cried out and Aaron snapped around "Alice whats going on?"

There was red on her hand, bright and shining like blood.

But it was in a specific pattern. It rather reminded Aaron of...

"Command Seals." Caster said. She sounded genuinely shocked, which was a nice change from her usual cool indifference. "How...?" And as though this wasn't enough, lines were rapidly burning themselves into the ground before Alice, forming the shape of a summoning circle.

"What in the?" Aaron asks.

Alice looked at her hand "Command seals? How?"

Before Caster could point out that she'd literally just said that, the circle before Alice completed and flared with a sudden blue light, bright as the sun in the darkness of the temple. Medea raised a hand to shield her eyes.

And then, with a shuddering boom, the summoning completed itself. A heavy mist of dust shaken loose from the ceiling, combined with the natural summoning mist, prevented Aaron from getting a really good look at the new Servant - all he could tell was that his Master's clairvoyance identified the newcomer as Rider and that he was a man wearing armor.

"Seriously? First Caster gets resummoned and now this?"" Aaron thinks.

Alice waves the smoke out of her eyes to try and get a better look at the new servant.

The mist rapidly dissolved back into mana as always, revealing Rider II. He was not an especially large man, that was for certain, but the way he carried himself combined with the amount of mana radiated by his mere presence made him seem quite a bit more imposing. He had spiky blonde hair, and crimson eyes that, like Caster Sr., were slit-pupiled like a serpent. And his armor was a luminescent gold that made the assembled hoard of Fafnir surrounding them seem like worthless tin in comparison.

He looked down at Alice with a boredom that bordered on contempt, not speaking.

Alice looked at the command seals on her hand and then at the Rider "Are you my servant?" she asks.