[b]Alexander Nevsky[/b]

The position of submission and fealty was held as the bond between them was cemented and Rider began to sense the mana that flowed between him and his Master, enough to satisfy his needs and ensure that he would be able to fight. Perhaps he could not compare to some of the Heroes of legend, but if one were looking to find someone weak, they would not find it from the Russian as he rose back to his feet.

Of course he was no fool, and the peculiarities of his Masters familiars were noted. More importantly though were all the Spirits that surrounded them, some of them announcing their identities without care while others tended to be more silent or reserved when it came to this sort of thing. Some of them glimmered in the edge of his memory, Greek tales that had been carried to Russia via their commerce with the Mongols and the Muslims of the south. Not as much as he would have liked, perhaps, but he was not completely a foo. Others were pretty much unknown to him though.

Returning to his Master, Nevsky looked over the elderly figure before giving him a warm smile. "Perhaps not the most sociable of Masters, but so long as you are capable of making sound decisions, you do not need to be. I am Alexander Nevsky, Grand Prince of Vladimir and Servant of the Rider class. Wherever our battlefield may lie, you have my sword and horse." He didn't know whether they would be necessary with so many Heroic Spirits around, but if his lord said to fight, then he would fight.

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