AFAIK, all PMs have been sent. Master and Servant duos were sent one PM to be shared. Individual PMs sent are not to be shared until next round, and only if servant returns to the Master with the info they've obtained.
Enjoy.
"Has it begun?" the voice rasps, ragged and tired. Though he is disabled to the point he can barely even leave his chair, he stirs as if wanting to move. To act.
"Yes, now stay still," she chastises, gently pushing him back into the seat.
A grumble is her response, "Damned kids...they don't know what they're getting into..." He hacks and coughs for a moment. "...Varia...," he starts, then trails off, not able to find the words.
Still, she answers, for she knows what this old soul wants. "I know. I won't mess up."
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"Master?"
"I know. Help me out with this. A war can't be fought without a base to fight it from."
"Very well, Master."
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"Comeon Master~"
"Ah, wait up please!"
"I want to see more of the town, Master~!"
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"Has it been set up?"
"Yes, mi'lord."
"Good."
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"I do hope my liege is doing alright..."
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"Dammit, to think they'd all be focusing here of all places!"
He ran, hopefully to regroup with his Servant later. The urban sector was just too much of a hotbed now.
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A tiny figure watches from the sidelines.
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"Seiyah!"
"..."
A nameless spear darts forward, but is hastily drawn back as a massive, lightning bound cudgel swings in a brutal arc. The armored warrior deftly opens up space, but as he does so his foe clears the distance in a second and tears open the ground with an overhand swing, barely dodged by him.
Lightning blazes through the plaza, arcing out and lashing against the terrain. Statues and fountains alike are sundered apart by the wild electricity. In contrast, its source stares forward blankly, always watching the spearman in front of her.
The armored warrior tilts his head slightly, letting an errant bolt sail harmlessly past his cheek. Already, the air reaks of ozone.
"Servant! We're leaving!"
Barely dodging the fire and ice that sprouts up where he once was, the armored warrior nods solemnly. His foe leaps in, her massive orb-like hammer raised for the kill, but he merely steps in, discards his spear, and slashes once with his sword.
Flesh parts as he leaps away, Master in tow. The combatant looks dispassionately at the wound, which bleeds no blood. Behind her, the Master which wields fire and ice at his finger tips looks on curiously.
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Combat has occurred in Sector 2.
Places were scouted.
Places were prepared.
