Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25601391-20151007163914/@comment-24692598-20151012143937

At first, they weren't looking for trouble, knowing that his servant wasn't the best fighter out of all the class, combo with the fact she wasn't a Hassen. He had no real idea how to continue on with the war, however, he will not be stopped by mere exuses and reasons to find that one man...

As the fighting continued, he had made sure to hide himself in the shadow, waiting for his shot, he had heard form his brother a while back during the 5th or 4th Holy Grail War that a man who used a unconventional ways to kill a mage, mainly the use of firearms. It was pretty much the only way he could win the war, after seeing the Assassin, he had no real choose other than wait and ally with other masters. The problem was the fact that two are already coming at him, they'll learn their lesson..

He watched the scene, ordering his assassin to not attack the fleeing Lancer and his master, tonight was not a night of bloodshed. However, he had kept to the shadows to make sure that the coast was truly clear, he was wise to make that choice. As soon as the Lancer had left the field with his master, his assassin felt a pressence as Ryan held his ground. Taking a deep breath, he loaded his own 'life blood' into the Ithaca x-caliber model 20, 22. single shot pistol.

His so called 'life blood' came from a simple source, his blood. Unlike the man who used firearms against mages, as he used a technique that involved him with a very special bone marrow able to 'cut and reconnect' mana lines. The process could completely wreak a person's ability to even fight or just simply kill the target. Ryan wasn't like that at all, but instead, he had a different curse in his blood, 'despair', what a simple discription of such a powerful bullet. The ability to wound, but not instantly killing the victim, how does it gauge how much damage it does? Well that depends on the master's mana useage at the time, as it actually uses the target's own mana to deal the damage. And unlike the man, he wasn't limited in the amount of bullets he had, heck, he could go and fire this stuff off like crazy, but he rather keep such wasteful thoughts somewhere else in his mind.

The bullet also had the strange effect of distablizing the mana storage of the target over time, if does manage to hit his target, they would feel the strain of fighting with less and less mana. This gradual decrease caused many of his first victims to not realize the extent of their damage until it was too late. Funnily enough, everyone thought it was his brother who possesed it, not Ryan, this really will give him the upper hand as not much is known about Ryan, other than the fact he was almost a gun freak could even afford to buy the pistol discribed above. Being only 300 made during the 2 year course of the company selling it, with his made to his liking with a smooth wooden handle and the relatively short barrel. It was his kind of pistol that actually felt like one...

"Contact master." Assassin sent her message through their connection as he looked at the ongoing fight once again,

"Crap, is there anyone in the city willing to work with me..?" HE asked himself, knowing that her Noble Phastam would be ready soon since the fight from before help charge it up. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to use it on the first night of the Holy War...