> Animus: Assemble

[caliginous]

Characters: Members of Group A and YOU
Setting: Fourth Floor -- the white lounge.
Format: WHO EVEN KNOWS
Summary: Karkat attempts to pull everyone into one place for counter-resistance.
Warnings: MALFUNCTION MAY OCCUR, that means depending on who you tag and who tags in, your character may end up injured. Please check individual sub-threads for malfunction warnings! There's also obvious body horror warnings here due to modifications from the event.

[In a room full of white, its not hard to spot the various victims of Jason's latest experiments. Each sits or stands in their own corner on or off furniture talking amongst one another or simply staring at the door waiting for someone to approach them.

Some of them don't look all that approachable, even if it appears that they are completely sane at first glance. Some of them might even look like they don't want to be there.

You won't really know until you approach them.]

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[concept_killer]

[And that was fine. As he was now, he was more than willing to trade one body part for something else. His sense of self-preservation was completely non-existent in this state.

That's why, instead of stepping back or trying to guard, his left hand grasped the straight katana hidden at his waist underneath his cloak and drew it forth with the same blinding speed. It was just a normal weapon but it didn't hold him back, aiming to diagonally bisect the king from the hip on up.]

[cherrygrail]

[ Unable to keep up with anything that's going on, Sakura loses her balance, stumbles, and falls over. Though she's still behind Saber, she scoots back a bit anxiously to put some distance between her and the situation.

She would try to use her magecraft again, but after that first failure, it probably isn't worth wasting time on. ]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Nor would Sakura probably have the time to do anything with the speed the battle was moving.

Blood splattered the ground as Excalibur cut through the muscle of Satsujunki's leg, but Saber had to take one hand off her sword's hilt when that katana came out. The speed in which he could draw that weapon had caught her off-guard. The best she could do was catch his wrist and stop the strike, but not before the sword had somehow parted her armor and flesh underneath as if it didn't exist, from her perspective.

How did he do that? It was the perfect strike and had he been a Lancer class Servant, Saber wouldn't had been able to move fast enough to stop it. Locking his arm with the katana before it made it too far into her stomach, she grunted in pain and squeezed his wrist with intent to break it with her monstrous strength.

Steel in her gut, it was her own blood spilling onto the ground and she grit her teeth, voice betraying her pain when she spoke.]

Master... go...

[concept_killer]

[It wasn't like he had super strength. The bones in his wrist were crushed with ease and all of his weight was on his unharmed leg.

But unlike this servant, he still had one free hand that possessed a weapon. And it was right here, at this range, that he could unleash an attack that had run through the Nanaya family for generations.

With the knife arm back down in a neutral position, he could use it like a sheathe. It was the Iaido version of knife fighting, the 'sheathe' granting his arm speed that was blinding to the most powerful of Dead Apostle Ancestors. Seventeen separate strikes in the space of a bare moment, all at those 'lines of death'.]

[cherrygrail]

[ Sakura gets up from a kneeling position and sprints to the doorway. But she's an average person, running at an average speed. She's probably not even going to reach the door by the time Satsujinki's done killing Saber. ]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber had the moment of realization, just as she had when the Shadow appeared under her at the Ryuudou Temple, that she wasn't going to make it out of this. Something, for some reason she couldn't fathom, had her number, just as Mordred had.

But she wouldn't go down easily. It was an intense attack, but not all seventeen would hit. Dropping Excalibur - the blade fading back to wherever it was when not in use - Saber brought her hand in to block as many of the strikes as she could.

Her armor faded first before pieces of her body hit the ground, the blade of Satsujinki's knife buried through the palm of her hand though it did little to stop her from perishing.

As long as Sakura got away... Saber had done her duty and protected her master. And she was okay with that.]

[concept_killer]

[If he could complain right now, it would probably be how long it took for servants to die. He wasn't going to kill anything else while she held the knife and the grip wasn't going to let up until her arm vanished.

Sakura had a few seconds to get out if she wanted. Out of sight being the best bet for the moment.]

[cherrygrail]

[ Sakura hits the door, and runs out into the hall. Guilt flips in her stomach, telling her that running away is the wrong thing to do, but what else can she do? She can't let her servant's death be completely in vein even though she already knew it was her fault to begin with. ]