~Ice And Fun~ (Open To All; Please Keep Posting Order)

(Time Section 5) (In combat situation, I used the d20 to determine outcomes, so if there is a (#), that is the d20 result. Furthermore, Dogukanryuu allowed me to skip him since he has a plan and Frost allowed me to introduce Koichi here.)

INITIAL SITUATION ROLL: 8 (BLIND CASUALTIES) Blind Casualty: Civilian bystanders who are caught in a battle while unsuspected to either sides.

War-torn and brought to ruins by the battle, Hanako arrived to see some people lying on the ground badly injured or dead. Though it disturbed her optimism, Hanako believed that she has to help people while there is a battle going on. One woman who disappeared just recently, a couple attacked and fled for the trees and two dragons are facing one guy who is standing in the air. She looked at Koichi, who followed her here.

{Hanako} “Koichi! Get as many you can out of here! Start with that old man there with the walker!”

Hanako rushed into the battlefield and risked her neck in attempt to get the able body on their feet and running out of the way. What caught her eyes was a mother with a baby in her arms, knowing that the mother is in shock and could do nothing but to keep her child close. Hanako keeps running, (2) but when the dragons took off, the wind from their wings blew Hanako off her feet and forced her to roll into a nearby lamppost. (15) Hanako remains uninjured though her back hurts from the impact and she continued to the mother and child. She managed to get to them and (18) the mother accepted Hanako’s aid in getting her and her child out of the park with the others. Knowing that the route that she took was too dangerous, Hanako escorted the mother and child the long way around to the safety zone.

After getting the people out, she noticed one man she missed and he was injured with his dog standing by. Hanako survived this much, she can at least get that guy with his dog out of here. She ran into the battlefield again, but along the way...

(Senorn) “I guess. I can’t say the story now, but let me say this.... You see all these spheres? So many of them, no? Well you both have more in your body... Here is the deal.......You attack me or my friends or any more people, you shall die, if any others come and join, you both shall die, if one gives up and the other attacks, you both shall die, if you try to disable them within your body, you shall die, so what is it going to be? To die a fool, or to live beaten knowing you can die any second...I give you three seconds.”

The tone was serious and Hanako know she has three seconds to save the man and his dog from the enemy’s ice sphere. Hanako thought with magic, getting hit by something would disrupt and render them useless. Hanako has to try to save that man from the maniac. She pulled out her pistol and aimed quickly at the man in the air. Without a thought in her mind about the consequences, she fired a bullet that she acquired from Raiki Lync. Hopefully, even if the bullet did not injure him, the surprise attack would ruin his concentration that would maintain the spheres within the man and the dog. After the shot, she continued her way to the man and the dog. Intending to get them out of there before the maniac recovers from the sneak attack.

[Please listen to the posts music before reading, thanks!]

The explosions and ice of this battle turned the Park slowly into a wasteland. As one person was trying to help the people, one other was just standing at the sidelines since a little bit of time. He did not hear what the Shinigami in dragon-form or the actual dragon said, but when listening to the trembling speech of Yoko, he could count one and one together. Those two... just another bunch of no-names to him. Not even worthy to be traced by his eyes. The red cloth was fluttering in the air, when the dragon took off into the sky, evading the female Shinigamis attack. But all of that was not important to the one standing there.
White hair, tanned skin, grey eyes. Like he stood infront of a furnace all his life and more. Hands hidden by gloves, rough hands of a life full of fighting, forging, and regret. A face that was as cold as the sub-zero flames.
Who could tell what this man was thinking? Only one person could, and that person was inside of his mind, at least partially. Slowly fading in from nowhere, the girl in the red cloak with the short black skirt and beautiful, silky black hair, covered in something similliar to a school uniform, just seemed like another part of the steel eyed man.
While the dragon crashed down and started to burn in flames to cold that the man could still feel them over where he stood, he slowly started to move. Casually, he walked by - behind the man standing in the air. When the bullet was fired, he didn't flinch, and the girl that appeared besides him walked only a step behind now, looking at all the fighting with a bored expression. She and her partner did not care for who won this fight, but they still admired the determination of that girl, at least a little bit. But also, this was not why they arrived in the Fuma Park today.

The name of the silent man was not a name at all. He was simply called 'Archer', for that was the name for what he was - a knight using a bow and light armor. Finely showing the strong and trained muscles of his body, the black armor combined with the red cloth were a sign long forgotten even by his people. Once it brought him respect, today it was nothing more than an odd outfit to begin with. The grey eyes focused on the boy. He felt it again today - the 'potential'. But from what he saw of the fight, it was still nothing special. He did not understand what it meant... to 'project'.
"You've fought with a brave heart. But keep in mind that a heart alone can never change the world. If you keep living a dream, it'll come back to backstab you one day." Saying that with a not so cold, almost caring voice, Archers hands demanded the space from Shirous. Glowing slightly white, the man concentrated. Healing was not his strong point - in fact, he didn't know a single healing magic. However, he did know how to infuse his spiritual energy into other beings.
Sinking down the hands onto the stomach of the girl that the white dragon called a 'Kuchiki', Archer began his work. Shinigami, beings out of spirit particles, needed spiritual energy to regenerate their bodies - even healing Kido first restored their energy before the body got healed. So now, the Reiatsu of the elder Sugiura was slowly depleting a bit - almost not noticeable. Still, it should be enough to help her body regenerate her own energy faster, and accelerate healing.
"Don't throw away your life - that won't help anyone. The ones caring about you will only remember your death in such a case." While slightly scolding, Archers voice had a nearly caring aspect to it. Maybe one could see a slight caring smile on the face of the grim warrior for a second - before his eyes turned to the Emiya infront of him.

"Emiya Shirou." Saying the words as if speaking about someone who was not there, his voice was suddenly cold and full of disappointment.
"I am quite disappointed. Emiya Shirou still doesn't realize... When will you finally understand? The only thing you did was throwing metal. Metal that was shaped, but had no soul." Standing up and stepping around the injured and weakened girl, he was now towering over the young Sugiura, reaching out his right hand to grab him at his shirt and pull him up.
"Don't you understand? You can't beat an opponent this strong, no matter how hard you try. You only throw away your life like this. You are weak, Emiya. Very, very weak." Rin was only watching without a real expression, as if insure what to think. After all, this boy WAS the host of her sister... but also her own responsibility as well as Archers.
"The fights of Emiya Shirou are not won in the heat of clashing blades. Your fight is against yourself. If you can't defeat someone, at least imagine defeating your opponent. It's the only thing someone like you can do." With a sudden motion, he aimed to push Shirou and throw him to the ground. His physical strength wasn't that great, but Shirou was weakened. However, Archer also let a small part of his own spiritual energy pass into the boy.
"Try it. You hate me, right? Then imagine defeating me. Betray yourself in your mind, imagine your own powers unlimited. Unless you can do that, you are worth nothing but dirt."

In Archers own hand, a blade appeared out of supposedly nowhere. However... one could hear him speak.
"Trace, On."
With his whispering voice while chanting his own powers into words, the blade in his hand was known as the Emperors Sword, a weapon that once belonged to Otoya Sugiura. However, in this day and time, the powers of the sword were diminished, nearly worth nothing. It was only a sharp piece of metal with fine ornamentions. If Shirou truely had it in him, then he could beat him! The cold look on Archers face was expecting something.