*Crashin through the roof, a red blur lands softly on one of the slightly destroyed furniture* <br> .... <br> <br> <a href='https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/50/ca/46/50ca4698ae4d11a926c16927ecaf6ad6.jpg' class='link' target='_blank'>https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/50/ca/46/50ca4698ae4d11a926c16927ecaf6ad6.jpg</a>

*Glancing idly out towards the group and Medea, EMIYA's eyes narrowed into a glare* <br> ....I don't normally dish out a warning to those I target, the closest warning they get is the sight of a blur getting close to them.. <br> ...So I'm only going to say this once.. <br> ..Stop fighting in the Grail War.. <br> *Smirking, a white falchion appeared on his right hand* <br> ..unless you want to take on Alaya's protector..

*Closing his eyes, the white falchion disappeared from his hands in flashes of light* <br> So long as you don't participate, I will have no reason to fight you. <br> The Grail is the main target anyway. <br> *Looking around the place, his hands twitched, his eyes narrowing into a frown* <br> .....dirty...

*Sighing, a flash of light appeared on EMIYA's hands, revealing a broom as he started brushing away the dust* <br> ....

*His eyelids slowly opening, grey steel eyes peered out at them, a bored expression on his face* <br> Hm..? <br> So no master this time huh..? <br> *Standing up, he glanced towards Medea* <br> ...Caster, the Grail War is taking place then..

<i>Appearing in a sudden flash of blue, a white-haired archer suddenly crashed on top of several equipment, breaking it and his fall. Despite his sudden appearance, he appeared nonchalant as he remained on top of the make-shift broken equipment, eyes closed and uncaring.. </i>

<i>Sweeping dust off the floor with a broom, a white-haired person stood in the background, calmly cleaning up the place. Even with the ridiculous cleaning apron wrapped around his torso, the tanned Servant kept sweeping, ignoring how the sight of a pretty pink frilly cleaning apron hung off his black and red body armor...</i>

<i>Off to the side, a man with tanned skin and white hair appeared, analytically scanning the room as he stood, feet apart, hands open, magic circuits thrumming as the proverbial hammer in his head cocked, readying to launch weapons into existence...</i>