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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight


Ywain’s shield shattered as he finally closed the distance, engaging Tristan in a melee. In Ywain’s eyes, certainly, the trade-off was justified. A more arrogant man would have considered his victory assured here, but Tristan was one who could not be fully defined by a simple class container. One with the skill to be considered a Knight of the Round Table could certainly push back against him, despite the disadvantage.

He made three quick thrusts with his spear - one to Tristan’s arm, to interfere with his next attack, and two to the torso. Two-handed jabs that offered little in the way of defense, but that was unnecessary now. Even so, they weren’t attacks aimed to kill, but rather to disable. In Ywain’s mind, this was a fight towards ‘victory’ rather than death, a true duel between knights.

@KoL
Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight


Ywain was not a careful fighter, nor an analytic one. He was the type who threw himself into difficult battles without worrying. From when he fought as a matter of avenging his family, to when he fought to rescue hostages from imprisonment, he simply charged straight into battle. If anyone could be said to be the embodiment of the maxim ‘a good defence is a good offense’, it was the Knight of the Lion.

Ah, his shield was up.

Ywain’s pursuit was relentless, aided ever slightly with Elaine’s enchantment. Without the advantage of range, Tristan’s advantage of terrain was less relevant; even without a mastery of analysing the flow of battle, it was possible to meet many of the attacks coming from his opponent as soon as they sprang from the bow, disrupting them with forceful strikes, cutting the strings into pieces.

Still, it was not a sustainable tactic. Focussing on the string traps, the “arrows” that hit would batter his protection, wear it away swiftly. Not to mention, each swing of Ywain’s sword was more draining than Tristan’s simple plucking of strings.

Range. Range was certainly the deciding factor of this fight. But when it came to that, what were his options?

Of course. A spear was longer than a sword.

An attack clashed against his ring’s protection as Ywain materialised his spear in his left hand. Another hit as he clasped it with his other hand, dematerialising the sword. A third hit, shaking his protective bubble to its core, as he began his counterassault, thrusting forward with his spear in a continuation of his straightforward attack. This time he didn’t overcommit to any single strike, but simply stabbed towards his opponent, ready to use his spear to counter further attacks.

@Danchou @KoL

Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight


Ywain’s heart filled with pride at Noon’s words. There could be no doubt that this partnership was ideal. That man, who shone like the sun-

Was this his desire? It could only be fate that had lead him to his summoning here.

“Yes. This path is certainly the correct one.”

Tristan began his attack.

The second Tristan moved back, Ywain moved to follow. Sword in hand, he’d been ready to move at a moment’s notice from the beginning. Allowing an Archer to gain the advantage in range was suicide, particularly one as skilled as his fellow knight. Certainly, Tristan was faster, but Ywain was hardly slow. Charging forward while his opponent attacked, Ywain did not slow down for a moment.

Attempting to dodge would be worthless against someone like Tristan, so Ywain didn’t even try. Keeping his shield up, he swung his sword in an attempt to match an destroy the force of the projectiles. Those that were aimed lowest, that his sword did not reach, would be dashed against the protective shell Ywain’s ring offered, shattering it until it could be recharged.

Continuing to bear down on Tristan, Ywain did not stop. If his fellow knight had thought he would slow to communicate a proper warning to his Master, he was mistaken. Ywain chose to trust Noon, sending only a single word along their link; “Trap.”

Ywain lept forward with a single, powerful sword stroke as his opponent retreated, discarding any defensive stance to land a blow on his fellow knight.

@Danchou @KoL @ManyThings @1Charak2

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~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Core District


The group simply stood by and watched the fight. There didn’t seem to be a Master nearby, at least not one that any of them could notice. It was unfortunate, but the group hardly needed familiarising with each others’ combat styles. Focusing on watching their Servant in action, getting to understand their abilities and strength, was probably the most efficient use of their time.

The fight was a dizzying thing to watch, passing quickly enough that it could hardly be perceived. As Theta watched through his link with the Servant, each of the homunculi watched in their own way. Ceres watched impassively while Venus’ eyes flicked between the fight and the group’s reaction.

Diana plucked at her bow. “Huh. Don’t think I could even touch them.

Meanwhile, Minerva stared, not at the fight itself, but at their Servant’s opponent. “I don’t know why, but for some reason I really-


-HATE-


-that man.” Her eyes flashed. Even though it was just an imitation, the enemy Servant would surely feel an ominous sense of dread that those eyes were locked upon him in anger once more.

@Froppy @Sunglass
Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: A Gathering


The negotiations stretched on, as Ywain stood by, ready to leap to the defence of his Master - or, indeed, any of these new allies. He was, perhaps, a little disappointed that it hadn’t come to a fight. Though he didn’t particularly want to hurt any of these people, he wasn’t much use when it came to negotiations. Really, so long as his Master was happy, he was too.

It was good to have friends, but this was a war, after all. It would likely come down to fighting in the end. As a Heroic Spirit who had already reached the end of his life, his story, it didn’t matter to him if he died fighting, and he was sure the other Servants felt the same. His existence here could only ever be temporary.

As far as his allies went, he had no complaints. A fellow knight and a pair of beautiful maidens, though the other master hiding away was not the greatest first impression. It was easy, too, to take pride in the clear reactions the others showed towards Noon, impressed with the way he comported himself. Yes, it truly was a fitting pair.

Even as another stranger appeared, and was confronted, Ywain gripped his weapon. But a small grin split across his face, invisible beneath his helmet as he saw them in full, relaxing his grip.

"Apologies for my unbecoming behavior," Tristan said, his voice carrying a genuine tone of longing that would probably be enough to make a common man shed tears without knowing why. "However, given the sad nature of this conflict we find ourselves into, I suppose it's the natural thing to do. Right, old friend of mine? It makes me glad to see that another of my King's Knights also found a Master befitting their station," the Knight of Lamentation added, directing his words to Ywain.


Ywain nodded, thinking over his response, and catching himself before casually throwing out his fellow knight’s name. Out of nothing else but professional courtesy, that was not something he should reveal so easily. Though, between his sorrowful nature, and revealing his status as a fellow knight, it was probably enough for at least Ywain’s own Master to determine the identity of the Knight of Lamentation. “This has become quite the gathering,” He said, his tone neutral.

Perhaps he would have questioned the knight’s thoughts on the nature of this war - after all, it was not a sad occasion for Ywain himself. But the man before him had always been that way, so it was useless to question him.

Certainly, that knight had always been a man who took his duties seriously. It was possible that he could already guess, but-

“Why did you come here, friend?” Ywain asked, not in admonishment or anger, but simple curiosity. Whether he was referring to the war in general, or this gathering in particular, it was uncertain. Perhaps both. A question of intent, of worthiness of one’s wish for the grail - and an invitation to fight, to duel without interference, if Tristan wished.

@KoL @SubjectVision @Danchou @1Charak2 @Sunglass @Cu Chulainn @Crusader Lord @King Cosmos
Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District


Ywain watched the knight and lady interact with a soft smile on his face. Yes, this was certainly nostalgic. Even if the two didn’t play the part perfectly, well, neither had he.

To mercilessly destroy his lady’s previous husband, then brazenly ask for her hand in marriage - the others has certainly had things to say about that. But it had always seemed like the simple, obvious path for Ywain. Perhaps he just didn’t think enough.

Of course, their reverie shattered as the reality of the war reared its head, and his Master moved towards the enemy.

Naturally, the Servant accompanied his Master, watching over him with certainty now that the presence of an enemy was known. Elaine merited protection, too, but she seemed to have her own ability to obfuscate herself

“Got it.” Noon turned towards his servant. “Saber,” he called out in his mind. “I will trust your judgement. However let us not utilize any of our trump cards if required. This is our baptism. I do not know what to expect in a battle of the Grail War. I can only hope that I can get used to it, and the battles between servants with this fight.”


Saber simply nodded. If his Master trusted him, he would naturally trust his Master, too. He looked towards the enemy pair, and materialised his sword and armour. This was the sort of battle for the ‘Knight of the Lion’, not a member of the Round Table.

He checked his ring. Currently, it faced outwards, a sign of Laudine’s love and protection.

Well, it wasn’t the type of enemy he could go all-out against. No matter how dangerous they might be - and a legendary hero certainly wasn’t to be underestimated - beauty such as that would naturally dull his blade.

His Master had already said more than was necessary. Ywain advanced, sword in hand, ready to match his enemy’s first action. At the very least, he could allow such women the first move.

@1Charak2 @Danchou @Sunglass
Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Eastern Outskirts


The knight had barely spoken a word since his summoning, but his satisfaction was evident on his face. Truly, this must be the best possible Master for him.

. “It’s not really something that can be excused, but we haven’t even finished work on the territory even spending most of the day. So I wasn’t able to cook a welcome feast for you. Maybe tomorrow that could be managed, Saber? But for now is there anywhere you think we should go or get in particular for work or fun?”


“A feast would be welcome, certainly,” Ywain spoke, smiling with the freshness of a handsome celebrity, his voice warm. Though his words were few, they were spoken with a clear sincerity that left no doubt as to his simple, pleasant nature. “I have no preference. Perhaps the lady should decide.” It wasn’t an admonishment, but a simple statement of disinterest.

As the two bickered, he simply looked upon them, smiling softly. He was content, so there was no need for words. Certainly, this partnership seemed promising. His partner followed the same path that he had. The path of chivalry, of nobility - even though that shine was only a glimmer compared to the sunlight of that man, it was exciting.

“Fun, fun! There’s always tomorrow for killing!” Chirped up the girl. “Well, not that you have to kill. But you know they would be happen if we just so happened to get rid of someone who might belong to the other factions…”
“I’ll act accordingly, Elaine.” His reply was curt, slightly tense as he brushed the side of his sheathed weapons with his a hand.


For a moment, he considered speaking up, sharing his thoughts. Life was a precious thing, surely - and the opponents in this war would not be the simple monsters, terrorising innocents. Perhaps it would be difficult for him, too. Though, certainly, it was a different matter for heroes who had already left the world, summoned again only briefly. Yes, it was more difficult for those who lived in this strange, modern world.

But the moment passed, and the conversation shifted. He didn’t want to kill the mood.

@Danchou

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~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


The homunculi left the building with the Servant, mostly bemused by Saber’s strangeness, though Minerva’s irritation continued to bubble beneath the surface. Theta trailed behind, still unsure how to deal with this strange person, and Minerva stuck closer to him.

“Unfortunately, I was unable to locate anyone nearby with my familiars. If mobility wasn’t so important, it might have been better to set up a location for dueling, but it seems the opportunity for that has passed anyway.” Theta spoke. “I don’t have any suggestions, in any case.”

How about that way?”” Venus suggested, pointing in a random direction, with no consideration beyond the way the street looked. Theta could only shrug.

On d’Artagnan’s arm, Diana grinned, plucking at her bowstring. “You know how to use one of these? You’re a gunner, right? It feels strange that I’m using older weaponry than a heroic spirit…” It wasn't much more than small talk, but it was earnest.

Latin District -> Core District

@Froppy
~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


“D’Artagnan…” Theta muttered. It was no less than he had expected, but it raised some questions about the nature of the Throne of Heroes, or of the writing of Alexandre Dumas. Still, such a Servant, the subject of one of the most popular and well-known works of French writing, summoned within the heart of Paris - even if the figure was a little strange, they were not to be underestimated.

Even so, it was concerning to be ignored so casually by one’s Servant. It showed a worrying lack of situational awareness...

Across the room, Minerva’s eyes flashed in anger. “Are you really this stupid?” She asked, her voice harsh. “If you truly can’t identify your Master when he’s right in front of you, you’re less than worthless!” Diana and Ceres watched, Diana hiding her grin with a sleeve and Ceres tilting her head in mild curiosity. Venus only dabbed at her nose before the blood could hit the floor, confused as to whether the handkerchief had actually been offered.

“Ah, that’s rather harsh, Minerva. Please, don’t antagonise our partner.” Theta spoke, calmly admonishing the homunculus, who backed off. “Yes, it is I that bear the command seals. However, I don’t have much combat or tactical expertise to offer… It’s likely that the majority of your work will indeed be with these four.” He paused for a moment, looking over the Servant. “Perhaps you’d like to make an excursion with them now? Get the measure of some of our opponents…”

It was better to seize the initiative, after all.

@Froppy
~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


The fourth of the homunculi returned to the room, casting a glance around to take it in. Diana sat on the floor, her back pushed up against the room’s bed, fiddling with a blocky handheld games console that she held incredibly close to her face. On the bed, Ceres lay, spread as wide as possible, and staring blankly at the ceiling. Next to the bed, Minerva stood, leaned against the wall. She glared at Venus as she walked in.

In the centre of the room, Theta stooped, putting the finishing touches on the summoning circle in the centre of the room. “Ah,” He said, noticing the homunculus’ arrival, looking towards her with the cold, black lenses of the mask he wore. “Excellent timing.” His voice was neutral - distant, but Venus had heard it enough to notice the small, almost negligible, note of affection not present when he talked to strangers.

She smiled, and casually tossed him the vial of blood that she’d collected, underarm. He caught it, almost fumbling, then held it up to the light. “Good,” He muttered, before pocketing it. On the floor, Diana coughed into her sleeve.

“Well then,” Theta began, after silence resumed. “I suppose it’s time to begin.” Ceres lifted her head from the pillow in a languid motion, angling her head to get a view. “This should be simple enough. Certainly, this catalyst should be effective, too,” He said, glancing at the small diamond in his hand.

“Let silver and steel be the essence…”

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The Servant appeared. A handsome, long-haired man with the appearance of some kind of swashbuckler. A figure who radiated an exceptional presence.

It was certainly impressive.

Theta glimpsed at the figure with his Master’s clairvoyance, evaluating what he could tell of their strength. Yes, the appearance of ‘health’ that his servant took was excellent.

He swept his body into a deep and formal bow, shaping the dark robes around his body. “Welcome, Hero,” He said by way of greeting.

Behind him in the room, Ceres dropped her head back onto the pillow after only a single glance at the Servant. Minerva examined them warily, and Diana, excitedly. But as Venus looked upon the Servant, a blood vessel in her nose burst. “Ah, crap!” She blurted, digging in her pockets for a tissue as the blood began to run down her face.

@Froppy



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