A blonde man paced down the halls of what was left of Fuyuki Church. He was short in stature but powerful and imposing, only rightfully so. In his right hand, he held a gaudy looking blue wand that looked more like it belonged in a children's cartoon than in the hands of a killer. "The Mage's Association must be even more desperate than I thought to let me so much as look at this sword. To actually lend it to me for the duration of the war..." he laughed to himself. It was a privilege that every high class magus would be honored to receive no matter how embarrassing it might look. The Mage's Association had opted to send some of their strongest front liners with Lord Zelretch's mystic codes. Unlike the pair of buffoons that had been allowed to use them before, Alek was an enforcer. Where close range combat was an Achilles heel to them, that was not the case with him. "You're getting that sickly looking smile again. You're not here to destroy whatever you want," Sapphire sighed. The wand bent and twisted with the sides curling over like it was covering its face. Alek glared at the little wand that was talking back to him now but reluctantly stopped his little rant to himself and picked up the papers on the potential masters. The calls slowly came in one by one to inform him of a new Servant being summoned. He licked his lips. Sadly, he may not get the opportunity to use the ridiculous looking wand of infinite prana but he would at least get a show of complete carnage. "Let the games begin."