Right as Artemis saw that the weird little girl and the tall man come up to the group of Master and Servants, a blinding flare splint into three pieces and killed her eagle. Artemis screamed in frustration and anger. The eagle didn't deserve to die for helping her. She didn't know who had killed her pet, but she would find out and rip their heart from their chest.
Pacing back and forth on the roof, Artemis decided that what she had learned was very little indeed. Just a few names, that a Master or Servant could have made up, and some unremarkable fighting. She couldn't figure out who they truely were, beside maybe their class. She understood that the lancer was powerful, but could have been holding back. more than likely holding back and that he was a man {word meaning one who engages in sexual acts for financial compensation has been redacted}.
The woman swordsman, Artemis thought, is very interesting. Artemis immediately respected the young woman and smiled gravely. Women warriors were to be feared, because they are more able to manipulate others if they chose to do so. Not many men would want to fight a woman, or hit a woman. Artemis tugged at her hair in thought. The Master of the female Servant was Asian. Japanese, Chinese, or Korean. Artemis would have to get a better look at the young woman to know for sure, but the young woman warrior could be part of the history from this side of the world.
The young girl though....was rather odd. Although was a young form, the girl acted like an adult. Scaringly calm and very little emotion. That girl has a sharp mind behind her eyes Artemis though. I will have to be careful when battling that lancer. Artemis growled and gripped her bow hard. How she hated the male species. She understood they were needed for the continuance of the human race, but they were all pigs. Every last one of them. She would take pleasure in bring that man to his knees begging for mercy.
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