[ Leslie thought that this would be her best chance to escape, while the Sperados were distracted by summoning a knight of the Round Table (or so they hoped to get and prepared a catalyst to match). She'd only get one shot at this before they realized that she'd quietly learned enough magecraft to free herself from the restraints they'd placed her in to keep her in the device they planned to drain her mana for maintaining the Servant for her sister without having to put any strain on her.
Her "father" never did react well to things not going as he planned and he had not been careful about trying to stop her from getting away in a room filled with unstable magecraft and devices. Another aspect of Leslie's cobbled together magecraft was intended to shield herself from the worst of whatever the Sperados might throw at her, and that is the reason she was the one to survive the explosion.
The fire, however, had cut off any obvious manner of escape. Perhaps she could have found a way out between her strong will to live and what little magecraft she'd taught herself, but right now, she's far too panicked to think through it clearly. She's so caught up in the panic attack that she doesn't even notice the summoning complete until Archer had kneels in front of her.
She looks up at him, shaking and holding herself. There are probably better ways to accept suddenly being the only one available to claim a Servant who is likely someone important, but in this moment, she can only think of: ]
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Her "father" never did react well to things not going as he planned and he had not been careful about trying to stop her from getting away in a room filled with unstable magecraft and devices. Another aspect of Leslie's cobbled together magecraft was intended to shield herself from the worst of whatever the Sperados might throw at her, and that is the reason she was the one to survive the explosion.
The fire, however, had cut off any obvious manner of escape. Perhaps she could have found a way out between her strong will to live and what little magecraft she'd taught herself, but right now, she's far too panicked to think through it clearly. She's so caught up in the panic attack that she doesn't even notice the summoning complete until Archer had kneels in front of her.
She looks up at him, shaking and holding herself. There are probably better ways to accept suddenly being the only one available to claim a Servant who is likely someone important, but in this moment, she can only think of: ]
Please...help me. Please.