Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170403223152/@comment-26444332-20170409042346

'Assassin!' calls a voice from the shadows. 'You have my permission!'

As the two charge her, she smiles, settling into a stance: to one familiar in the arts of eastern swordplay, Hira-Seigan ("Turning the Edge Sideways and Aiming at the Eye").

'Receive my concealed sword,' she intones, and her blade bursts with crimson light, like a firebrand. Time seems to slow, and the two Servants suddenly realize: they must abandon their assault, or at least one of them dies. Because this is a Noble Phantasm, or something on the level of one.