Caster didn't need to do much to prepare for her match. Her opponent was not a Servant--her victory was assured in that alone. But she had underestimated the magus girl and it had cost her dearly, so she had prepared in the only way she could. To all eyes, she disappeared. It was a unique talent of Servants that maintaining a physical body was something they had to consciously want, so it took energy. So as nothing more than energy, a spirit, Caster was storing and conserving the valuable, limited prana she would need to assure a quick victory.

So at first, it seemed that Caster did not appear in the arena, but she suddenly came into view, cloaked and hidden as always. And as she glanced at her opponent, she was suddenly glad that she had been cautious.

It was powerful. It was not Angra Mainyu, but it was so similar that it sent chills down her spine. She would not get close enough to sever that bond, so she only hoped that she would receive her victory quickly.

"My, please don't hold this against me, dear," she said, and the corners of her cloak flew out, and Caster took to the air, staff in hand.