[Tangled in wire, one Krusnik agent was pulled harshly to the ground with a curse cut off by a sharp crack that Waver elected to ignore, ducking under the thrown punch of another in a miss far too narrow for comfort.]
[Stupid. Careless to go out on his own so close to nightfall, assuming his pathetic magic capacity wouldn't even register to people like Krusnik. But they wanted a god, and he'd made no secret of being contracted to a demigod.]
[Come on, then. he thought, trying to concentrate enough to unravel the wire for another attack while staggering back from a second strike. It had only been a fraction of a second since it was abundantly clear who they were; his opening gambit had been an on-sight assault with no hesitation as soon as he caught on he was being trailed. This isn't my first ambush and it won't be the last.]
[As he stepped back trying to find some space to strike back, Waver's ankle twisted harshly and sent blinding pain running straight up his leg, and it was either that or the harsh punch he caught across his face that knocked him down. Whichever it was, he wasn't going to be able to stand for long enough that this was turning bad very quickly.]
[What was going to happen if Krusnik got a hold of the concept of Magic Crests? Worse than just possession, that was for sure. And he'd be worse than dead if this lasted a second longer. Alone, he was definitely seconds from a fate worse than death for himself and others if this was allowed to continue.]
[...Good thing, then, that he was never alone.]
By my Command Seal, I order you-
[The sigil burned white-hot on his hand, sparking to life in bright crimson as one side of it flared up and burned off of his skin-]
Lancer, come to my side!
[ii; the base]
[Around the upper level of the warehouse, Waver calmly picked up an empty vial and turned it over in his hand. A little too calmly, with absolutely nothing behind his eyes but unveiled contempt. Their materials weren't even worth scavenging, and he tossed the vial carelessly to the side where it broke against the floor.]
[Disgusting. He'd been too late to Caster's workshop. Nearly too late to Galliasta's. There was no outcome where any of them let this happen again, not to anyone. This whole organization had to be stopped here and now, and if any were left in the ruins let them scatter and hide like the vermin they were.]
[In the empty lab he snarled an incantation-]
Fervor mei sanguis.
[-and a shapeless form of shining silver liquid rampaged wildly like a hydra, slamming into everything in sight with all the uncontrolled fury of a storm.]
[iii; aftermath]
[Holding a small vial of some kind of powdered minerals, Waver was still sharp and ice cold; he'd be staying that way until this was truly done and over with, more than likely.]
Are we done here? If everyone's out and we have whatever else Albarea's going to need, we're burning this place to fucking ashes.
Waver Velvet | fate/ servantswap au | ota
[Tangled in wire, one Krusnik agent was pulled harshly to the ground with a curse cut off by a sharp crack that Waver elected to ignore, ducking under the thrown punch of another in a miss far too narrow for comfort.]
[Stupid. Careless to go out on his own so close to nightfall, assuming his pathetic magic capacity wouldn't even register to people like Krusnik. But they wanted a god, and he'd made no secret of being contracted to a demigod.]
[Come on, then. he thought, trying to concentrate enough to unravel the wire for another attack while staggering back from a second strike. It had only been a fraction of a second since it was abundantly clear who they were; his opening gambit had been an on-sight assault with no hesitation as soon as he caught on he was being trailed. This isn't my first ambush and it won't be the last.]
[As he stepped back trying to find some space to strike back, Waver's ankle twisted harshly and sent blinding pain running straight up his leg, and it was either that or the harsh punch he caught across his face that knocked him down. Whichever it was, he wasn't going to be able to stand for long enough that this was turning bad very quickly.]
[What was going to happen if Krusnik got a hold of the concept of Magic Crests? Worse than just possession, that was for sure. And he'd be worse than dead if this lasted a second longer. Alone, he was definitely seconds from a fate worse than death for himself and others if this was allowed to continue.]
[...Good thing, then, that he was never alone.]
By my Command Seal, I order you-
[The sigil burned white-hot on his hand, sparking to life in bright crimson as one side of it flared up and burned off of his skin-]
Lancer, come to my side!
[ii; the base]
[Around the upper level of the warehouse, Waver calmly picked up an empty vial and turned it over in his hand. A little too calmly, with absolutely nothing behind his eyes but unveiled contempt. Their materials weren't even worth scavenging, and he tossed the vial carelessly to the side where it broke against the floor.]
[Disgusting. He'd been too late to Caster's workshop. Nearly too late to Galliasta's. There was no outcome where any of them let this happen again, not to anyone. This whole organization had to be stopped here and now, and if any were left in the ruins let them scatter and hide like the vermin they were.]
[In the empty lab he snarled an incantation-]
Fervor mei sanguis.
[-and a shapeless form of shining silver liquid rampaged wildly like a hydra, slamming into everything in sight with all the uncontrolled fury of a storm.]
[iii; aftermath]
[Holding a small vial of some kind of powdered minerals, Waver was still sharp and ice cold; he'd be staying that way until this was truly done and over with, more than likely.]
Are we done here? If everyone's out and we have whatever else Albarea's going to need, we're burning this place to fucking ashes.