a terrible autonomy

[poletariat]

Oh, magi might pride themselves on being subtle, but there's nothing at all subtle about the battle that raged in the forests last night. They couldn't have missed it even if they hadn't had Archer's sight to draw on. But Archer's sight couldn't pierce the thick veil of snow that rose later, after Berserker tore onto the field. Is he still standing? Is Lancer? Is Caster? Zofia shakes her head, her mouth tightening. Better if they'd all killed each other and sucked their Masters dry.

Is Archer able to bring herself to look at the scorched stumps and blistered ground, the snow blackened by ash? The wind blows a few dying sparks past Zofia's cheek, and she reaches for them. If they singe holes through her gloves, she doesn't notice.

This is what magi do when they fight, she reminds herself. This is what happens when nothing checks their power. But that power's been weakened, and if she acts quickly enough, it'll never be regained in time.

She crouches on the ground, traces her finger through the dirt. Michel and Tohsaka are easiest to track, of all of them. If she finds some proof that either of them lived past their fight with that girl --

There, right by her. A set of motorcycle tracks cut through the snow, and wind away from the forest.

Well, that's one survivor. One exhausted, drained survivor, whose Servant won't yet be at full strength. And what did become of his ally?

She can't quite smile, but her mouth hardens into something almost like one.

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[maygamesbegin]

Archer draws her finger through the air to indicate. "In an L shape, with a large paddock out the back and several more fields beyond. The whole area is enclosed by forest, and the hills get progressively steeper until they turn into mountains. It's perfect turf for my skills, and the air up there is free moving. We could certainly damage them at the very least."

[poletariat]

And for mine. "It looks like. And the Tohsaka Servant -- that has to be Rider, doesn't it?" Assassin is dead. Lancer belongs, or belonged, to the Matou. Berserker is Michel's. Caster's must be that pale girl, and Saber, whoever she serves, came to the battle with Lancer and his Master, so she can't be Tohsaka's either. "Rider might have an edge in the field, but not in mountains or forests, unless his mount comes from one of those."

[maygamesbegin]

"Either way, if he has a terrain boost we'll simply be evenly matched," which she would really rather prefer - a thief she was, but when there was an opportunity for an equal footing battle, she relished it. "And if not, then all the better for us. I will have to handle him, and that leaves you with Lady Tohsaka." She paused, and added apologetically. "I couldn't gather much on her personal fighting style in the time given. Sorry." While she had the utmost faith in Zofia's skills, sending her against an unknown opponent was a bit unfair.

[poletariat]

"You learned how she thinks. That tells me something about how she fights."

Like a magus. Like someone too weighted down by ritual to react as quickly as Zofia can. Like someone too enamored with their power to reveal its secrets easily. Like someone who's spent her life learning the rules to this sort of conflict. And without those rules --

"Let's let the horses loose to lure them over. It distracts them more than it distracts us, and Rider won't have an ordinary mount on hand."

[maygamesbegin]

"Good idea, we can use the chaos to get the jump on them. All I need is one clean shot," she mimed pulling her bow back. "And Rider won't know what hit him."

[poletariat]

"Yes," she agrees, and keeps her expression neutral. "One clean shot."

[maygamesbegin]

Silence settles, and it isn't comfortable. Archer tolerates it for a few minutes, before giving a noise of frustration. "This is dumb! Zofia, I need to know what you're thinking, you've been acting strange all day!"

[poletariat]

"I'm sure it'll pass. I'm --" She pauses. "No, it's nothing serious. I'm ready to act, that's all. Hm. I must be impatient with my impatience."

She tries for a wry half-smile at that, but doesn't entirely manage one. This will pass, though. She hasn't misled Archer about that.

[maygamesbegin]

Archer scrutinises her Master for a few moments longer, taking in that shadow of an attempt at a smile, and the still churning air around her, and gives up. "Alright. Can't do much about impatience. As long as it's just that - and you'd tell me if it wasn't, right?" she can't help but sound a little hopeful. Zofia's friendship and trust are things she values, more than she thought she would, actually.

[poletariat]

"Yes," she says. "If it was something important, that would only make sense, wouldn't it?"

[maygamesbegin]

"Right, yeah," Archer nods, trying to feel relieved, but that persistent feeling still sticking to her. The suffocating silence descended again. "I'm gonna go keep a watch on them. In case they go anywhere unusual we might have to know about."

[poletariat]

Zofia pries herself away from the chair. For a moment, she feels around for something else to rest her hand on, but stops. No, rest isn't what she needs. She taps her chin instead. "Wise. I'll find something to eat, I think."

[maygamesbegin]

"Okay," a pause. "Build and conserve your strength for tomorrow, just in case. We can't be too careful." And with a last, lingering glance, she vanishes into the air.