As Caster speaks, her words gradually taking on a rhythmic, almost hypnotic character, you deepen your focus on the energy around you until your conscious mind no longer hears her. Gradually you do find the image of the weapon taking shape in your imagination. A long, curved streak of darkness, like a perfect branch cut from some tree where light has never been, the same shadow-substance as your cloak, while being of a wholly different consistency. It is elastic, yet hard, both durable and flexible, a profoundly complex mystic code which functions as a conduit of magical energy to send your arrows anywhere you wish them to be, and a simple line of shadow. You open your eyes, and the bow is in your hands. Without string, without arrows, but perfectly usable just the same.

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"Wonderful," comments a silvery voice. Looking up from the bow you realize that while you were focused on your weapon Liliesviel has returned from the house, a cocktail in hand, to curiously examine your weapon. Her outfit has changed as well, the exaggeratedly formal and decorative gown replaced by a swimsuit comparatively scandalous in just how much skin is on display, a sarong and a frilled bikini top. The change is so complete that for a few moments all you can do is stare in shock.

"I was certain you would have no trouble," Liliesviel goes on. "Still, is it not a marvelous thing, a Noble Phantasm created without a legend? Do show me what you can do with it, won't you?"

Before you can answer, Caster cuts into the conversation with a snap of her fingers. Light sparkles from the point of contact as if she'd struck flint and steel, and the flowing sparks rapidly spread and coalesce into the forms of seven lions spread protectively around her. All of the beasts have their eyes fixed on you.

"Now you have manifested your arms," Caster declares cheerfully, "we must get you used to combat. Go!"

At a wave of the witch's hand, the seven beasts leap toward you in unison. From the magical energy packed into their bodies and your memories of the Akeldama, you're quite sure that these creatures are a good bit stronger and tougher than the genuine animals.

>[ ] Back off toward the sea, hitting them with arrows once you've got a bit of space to work in.

>[ ] Meet the lions' charge, striking with your bare hands. Get a feel for the limits of your body's strength and agility now that you're a Servant, before relying on weapons.

>[ ] Grab Liliesviel and get her out of harm's way before battling Caster's familiars. A frail Master can't be left defenseless on a battlefield, especially when the weapons being used are wild animals.

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