[h2] El Cid [/h2]

[i]But my lord, you surely can't be thinking that! Please, you've done enough... It is time for you to rest.

Jimena, my sweet wife... I beseech you.  Let me do it. My time is nigh regardless. I've defied my King, and taken a Kingdom as my own. I shall never die in peace thus. However you, our daughters, and my men do not deserve my fate. Even though this city shall fall, they deserve one last battle. They call me "Al Sidi". They call me "Campeador". The master of battlefields. The lord of battle. So Jimena...

...please tie me to my horse. El Cid shall ride one last time. Let the trumpets resound. The banners fly high. Let the Reaper know, that when my time is due, it shall not be in a bed. It shall not be in lament. I shall charge atop, proud, inspiring men to become better. And even after my spirit abandons this earthen vessel, i shall fight on. Let them know... how a true warrior and lord dies.[/i]

Time became eternity. Reality became abstraction. For a time, or a lack of time, the one known as the spirit of El Cid awaited. A ritual, a spark of magecraft or prana to manifest, dwelling beyond the reach of mere men. And then it was felt. A tug, a push. A feel. A word. A chant.

The magical circle shone brightly, slight mana flickers changing as if the colors of them were little embers in the battlefield. Out of the circle, the servant's body surged, his eyes closed. An imposing figure, carrying two swords, with an air of wisdom and experience. The catalyst was gone, consumed, as the armored figure opened his eyes. His sight rested in one of his hands, flexing his fingers back and forth inquisitevely. His eyes then stared deeply at the figure of front of the circle, as if sizing him up and down, examining his very body and soul. His eyes rested on the fading pattern that was appearing in the young man's arm.

[i]Servant Saber. And he is to be my master.[/i]

The command seals. 

El cid then smiled, as he brought his right hand curled into a fist, bumping against his armor, and offering Cecil a salute. "Thus you spoke, and thus you were answered. I greet you, my Master and lord. The sword of this Servant is... at your disposal." He said in a somber tone, his body lowering in a respectful curtsy. 

It was then, when his eyes opened again, and looking forth and back between the collective of humans and appearing servants, his eyes narrowed so slightly.

[i]What is the meaning of this?[/i] He asked himself mentally.

"I shall extend my greeting for those in this abode aswell, it seems." El cid spoke, a very subtle hint of confusion mixed with annoyance in his voice. His sight then focused on a particular person, whom he singled out of the crowd. The one with the most poise of the lot, situated in an elevated stance.

[i]I see.[/i]

"Specially you, my lord, master of all masters present, if this servant is not in the wrong." He added, offering an additional corteous greeting to Zelretch, before resuming his stance. He eyed at his master, as if waiting for instructions.

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Athena wrinkled her nose, upon hearing the comments. All adults seemed somewhat silly, what with hearing things that Athena didn't mind. Also why shouldn't she speak of babies? Babies and families were cute, after all! Although the other lady talked about something about luch. And heiress. But she had been lost at the "lunch" word. She was hungry after all. So all she did was nod and smile. It was the best way to look smart when adults talked about complicated things!

Also the other guy was apparently a superhero called Panties Man. She smiled with glee. Maybe he could help fight her bedhair!

"YUP! I'm Athena Phoinix. My great great great granny was a mighty witch in greece! She made soldiers grow out of the ground or something like that!" Athena beamed, as she salivated at the perspective of food.

And then old man Zebratech said that they all were to do some summoning. Or whatever that magical circle thingie was. Some kind of telephone for mighty spirits? Athena furrowed her brow, furiously trying to concentrate. She had written instructions of this! She would look totally cool and make glowy circles.

Except said instructions were in a room. Oh well, she could always copy the others in that regard. She focused on her hearing and repeating her interpretation of the chant. She concentrated, opening her circuits. She felt hot, like being closer to a bonfire, as she projected all of her will and being into the circle...

"You, sewer heathens climb a tree wart of podwer, arrive from the thing of Terrance, O sheeper of the baaa lance ―――！"

It wasn't working. It really wasn't working! Athena pouted furious, and flailed, her magic circuits at full power. In her tantrum-laden mind, she spouted the words that first came to her mind.

"I WANT A DOGGY!"


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