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Lancer

He could feel another Servant, outside and judging from the sheer energy it was emanating, clearly provoking him. His feelings flared for a moment, before surging down again once addressed by the priest. O how wonderful it was, to have youths as pious as this one, regardless of which branch it was.

"I am glad you chose to attend the service. Even if we walk different paths, a faith in the Lord is to be admired."  With that the priest revealed his arm, covered by numerous Command Seals. "I am Father Masuda, the Overseer of your war for the Holy Grail, sent to ensure the safety of this city's people, the secrecy of the war itself, and to ensure that no disasters come about from this war's progression. I hope that our relation may be an amicable one. You must forgive me, though. I have not been able to consult the Spirit Board due to the service, so I will have to ask for your class, Heroic Spirit, such that I can properly make note of such things. Your name would also be appreciated, Master chosen by the Holy Grail."

"I-", his Master bowed, "-Am the great Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, last son of the Russian Empire, here to serve my master in this war of the grail. This is my Turkish compatriot, Dr. Akula. He is a terminally boring man who does not speak much, so please be going easy upon him."

With just that, his Master left in a huff. With a small laugh, Lancer turned to the priest. "Then, if my Master wishes it to be so, then this humble Lancer will be this Dr. Akula. Farewell, priest."

Now, onto the Servant so brazenly challenging him, he who had fought off countless heathens and impaled countless more, he who had stemmed an entire invasion by himself, he who had fought against the heathen until his last breath. How utterly disgusting that they were to challenge him so near to sacred ground, on the 7th day no less. 

His clawed gloves pushed the church doors open, as he strode heavily into the open. 

"Oh? Tis a mere waif that dares challenge me. Though one with fiery hair and a temperament to match, it would seem. Even the Master is fair, demure, and alluring, though she hides behind her smile," It was obvious Lancer was raring for a fight, his bloodthirst held in check only by his Master, who seemed not to care about those two at all. Did that mean Lancer could impale both of them at a whim? Of course it did. 

"Wonderful! Oh such beauty, such bravery, oh flowers of the battlefield! I wish to impale you both upon my spear!" Walking towards Saber full with purpose, and his bloodlust rising, he waited nonetheless until he was off church grounds before materializing his spear.

Kurokiri Hyuuga

"Eh? A..."

The thrumming of her own Command Seal seemed to support this, a Master was indeed nearby. As if to prove them both right, a rather strange man opened the door, and peered straight at them.

"The service has already ended, children. I suggest you arrive earlier next time if you wish to worship, yes?"

She was already shaking behind Saber, though she let none of it show to Saber. Walking around to look at the lay of the land was a decision made on impulse, Kurokiri had hardly anything with her save for some money and the black talon she used to etch sigils with. Meeting a Servant on the very first day wasn't really something she'd expect to do after all. Retreating and avoiding the fight was something she wanted to do badly, but if Saber expected her to stay, then she would do just that.

And then the second man went out, a Servant from what she could make out of him. Kurokiri froze almost immediately, overwhelmed by the aura that Servant seemed to emanate. Snapping out of it a moment later, she retreated behind Saber, her expression still wearing that usual smile, though slightly strained now.

"S-Saber, please be careful."
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