[ While many of the other participants of the war raged on in battle against each other, there was one Servant who had yet to make an appearance. It wasn't all that hard to believe however. Berserker was not a Servant you unveiled without having the situation completely under control. As most of the war thus far had been chaotic, it would have been a gamble to unleash a monster with [MAD ENHANCEMENT] without restricting the battlefield any.
What most didn't understand what her rank in the skill was only that of C; an indication that she's not completely insane, but ails with the inability to speak for herself. Additionally, it meant when activated she wouldn't be able to think clearly, but her sanity remained intact. Naturally this meant anyone who happened across this young teenager girl (she doesn't look any older than the students in the nearby high school after all) might be able to risk a conversation with her.
Regardless of her Master's wishes (or perhaps this was her Master's command?), she's out late night overlooking another battle. So far neither Servant has taken notice of her, but she watches with minimal interest in her own appearance. Sitting atop of a nearby roof with her red hair blowing in the winter wind, most of her armor is covered in the ice that continues to drift downwards from the sky. The cold air doesn't seem to bother her; in fact, it may seem chillier just due to the added presence of her being there. ]
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What most didn't understand what her rank in the skill was only that of C; an indication that she's not completely insane, but ails with the inability to speak for herself. Additionally, it meant when activated she wouldn't be able to think clearly, but her sanity remained intact. Naturally this meant anyone who happened across this young teenager girl (she doesn't look any older than the students in the nearby high school after all) might be able to risk a conversation with her.
Regardless of her Master's wishes (or perhaps this was her Master's command?), she's out late night overlooking another battle. So far neither Servant has taken notice of her, but she watches with minimal interest in her own appearance. Sitting atop of a nearby roof with her red hair blowing in the winter wind, most of her armor is covered in the ice that continues to drift downwards from the sky. The cold air doesn't seem to bother her; in fact, it may seem chillier just due to the added presence of her being there. ]