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She didn't look into it any further as the insane man just began laughing out of nowhere. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A defenseless little brat in a crap place like this? Now I can get behind this! I'll kill you first, and then I'll gut those shitty Devils that'll come for that sympathizing bitch Asia sooner or later!"
Emilya didn't respond, she didn't flinch, nor did she even look at the man as her eyes were shadowed over. However, the Rogue Exorcist took her silence as a sign to strike the supposed child down for his own glee. With a swift approach Freed rose his blade up to strike at the girl's exposed jugular… only he didn't hear the satisfying squelch of his blade going through flesh. The only sounds he heard were the clanging of steel against his own sword, along with a cracking sound coming from his torso accompanied with spontaneous crackles of electricity.
The shattering of one of the abandoned church's windows had followed the flying deceased body of Freed Sellzen, as Emilya spun Bakuya in her right hand as her gauntlet clad left hand sparked with electricity. The Nordic runes engraved within the iron hummed with power as it strengthened the Magus' body as much as it could without its name being invoked. Emilya, however, didn't really care at the moment. She wanted… no, needed to get this done without drawing it out any longer than she had.
She made her way over to the altar to see that there was a set of hidden stairs underneath it. Seeing the secret stairwell reminded her of the church back in Fuyuki where Kirei Kotomine had been keeping the people who had survived the Great Fuyuki Fire… as batteries for the Archer of the Fourth War, Gilgamesh.
The pinkette didn't waste another second as she bound down the steps straight to the bottom. Looking around she saw that there was possibly just a few meters of corridor before she…
A scream caught her off guard as the tone and pitch reminded her of one person. "Asia…" She whispered the nun's name as she narrowed her eyes further. "Trace on." Her personal mantra muttered she traced a familiar black bow once more, but instead of the arrow from before a sword was Traced to go along with it. This blade's edge shined with the inner workings of a star, warm, hopeful… bright.
Cruaidín Catutchenn, the sword belonging to Ireland's Child of Light. A blade that shined with the radiance of his father's majesty. A sword that was used to face Fergus mac Róich, the father figure that had turned against him and his fellow countrymen for Queen Medb. She notched the hilt of the blade and Altered it as the bowstring was drawn back. The blade twisted into a more aerodynamic shape to be launched from the bow. As the string was finally brought back to her cheek she released a slow, steady breath… and Broke it. "Reveal the darkness and despair within the bounds of light and hope, Bursting Radiance."
As the sword was launched into the fray she swiftly dismissed her bow and followed afterwards when a bright flash of light came from the room. When she entered Emilya saw fifty more Rogue Exorcists, a Fallen Angel wearing what could most generously be described as S&M gear, on the ground was an unconscious blonde Fallen Angel in gothic Lolita-style clothing, and hanging on a cross was Asia.
'What the hell are they doing to Asia.' The child-sized teen thought as the disoriented Fallen and Exorcists regained their bearings only to notice the new arrival's unwarranted presence.
"Huh? Where the hell did this brat come from!?" One of the men yelled out as they all drew their swords of light.
This didn't intimidate the Magus one bit. From all the memories she's received from her past self, Archer, and the histories of every weapon and Noble Phantasms within the UBW… this was nothing. Yet, her attention wasn't focused on any of the Exorcists, nor was it on either of the blondes. No. It was on the raven-haired Fallen in the S&M gear. From the shaking that her body was giving off either meant one of two things: One, she was scared that she was about to die, or Two, she was pissed that her plans were all for not. Either way she'd make sure it ended up being the first option.
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