[color=007236][centre][h2]Berserker[/h2][/centre][/color]

It was a particular talent of arrogant nobles to demand something they wanted and make it sound like they were offering you something out of their own generosity; they all spoke that way, like you should be continually grateful in their presence. Berserker did not want a [i]bout[/i]; his Master had already said they were leaving and he had no interest in fighting for sport or for this man’s entertainment. Hang Jebat also did not miss the insinuation that Saber would win and would [i]graciously[/i] let them leave with something that was not his to give or to take away, that their lives were not their own and would remain their own.

What right did Saber have to [i]grant[/i] him anything? What right did he have to [i]allow[/i] them passage or to leave? What right did he have to claim this temple as his territory to begin with? Conquest? Birthright? Did those under his rule choose his protection? Did they accept it? Were they even aware it existed? Was this anything more than a man grabbing at power and land and forcing his will onto others?

Was Saber a tyrant after all? It was hard to say. Perhaps he had the makings of one. He was a man whose first act back from the dead was the claim land and people as his own. He was a man who made demands and claims like he was owed. He was a man who would brandish a katana boldly in the face of those he said were not his enemies.

A fair king is a king saluted, a tyrant king is a king disputed. Saber was not a man Hang Jebat felt much like saluting.

Lashing out with the hand not on the hilt of his weapon, Berserker made to grab the blade of the katana being pointed at him; if it was just a mundane weapon and not a Noble Phantasm then the properties of the Taming Sari would prevent it from cutting him. With his other hand he drew the kris from its sheathe, bringing the blade up and swinging it across Saber’s stomach in a reverse grip in an attempt to disembowel the Rogue Servant.

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