[h2] Athena[/h2]

Athena blinked twice, as she eyed her Lancer. At the very least he was offering an apology. And then somehow his cute comment made her ancestor mad, as she seemed to ignore her and her own servant and chase another Doggy with a Mole. Mole Doggy? She thought to herself, straining her little head as to think what was happening. She felt like calling her grannyancestor Medea, but from her attitude it was clear she wasn't giving a damn about her.

Plus that mole was funny. She could understand that. Moley moley mole. But even so, Athena was somewhat sad, as she felt like the attention she had once yearned had been cast aside like an used towel. Her cheeks inflated in an exaggerated pout, as she eyed Lancer once more.

"LANCER! I Need chocolate because my granny is after moley moley man!" She yelled as she glared at her own servant. And then it was when she noticed the other servant, with the lance.

"Are you his ex? He's my superdoggy now. So don't interfere, y'hear? Even if you're kinda pretty and have boobs and a red lance too." She said, staring down at the other servant, before beginning to stomp in a huff towards the kitchen. Chocolate healed anger and broken hearts, she had been told once.

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[h2]El Cid[/h2]

El Cid looked at his master for a few seconds, without emitting a single sound. He was pensative, judging how he stroke his beard, as pondering something. Then, he stretched slowly as he unsheathed his noble phantasms, still in a dormant position.

"Very well, master." El Cid nodded with his head, as he weighted one of his swords, Colada and threw it against the ground next to his master's feet, nailing it against the solid floor due to sheer force.

"Grab your blade." He added as he took a combat stance.

"EN GUARDIA!" He yelled as he charged his own master, faster than the eye could see. He moved at the speed of miracles, and before Cecil knew, the tip of the ominous blade of Tizona was gently poking the skin of his master's neck, without breaking it.

"Practice has no meaning for a servant, my Master. We all are exalted copies of what we were in our prime. As we are now, we are beyond human." El Cid answered. "Do not take me for a fool, Master. I know that your true intention was never ask about the amenities of my past life, but my actual power." He sighed, closing his eyes. "And for some reason, beyond the prying eyes of other magi and servants." He added, taking a few steps back.

It was then when he displayed both blades, clearly for his master to see. "Tizona, the firebrand. And Colada. These are my blades and my power. Know that you have before you what once was know as El Cid, Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar." He nodded. "That should give you an idea of my abilities." He answered, finally sheathing his swords.

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