[h2]Saber, King Arthur Herself[/h2]

At the question directed towards her capabilities(and the abilities of the others), Saber placed the bare plate aside and stood. She was reluctant to expose her sword in greater detail or explain herself in any depth that would indicate her identity. It was reflex, from the need to obscure her identity born from the Holy Grail War. Even now, in a time of peace(at home at least) where she simply lived alongside Rin and Shirou, Saber felt uncertain about revealing anything in more depth. However, she reminded herself, there was no need to keep her identity hidden from allies, especially since she had already mentioned it.

"I am a Servant, summoned into the class of Saber," she began, gesturing to herself, "I was initially summoned to obtain the Holy Grail. However, the Grail was tainted with a dark mud and had to be destroyed. I remained as a knight in service of my Master."

She paused for a moment, thoughts of Rin and Shirou drifting to the surface, before continuing.

"My skills lay in swordplay, but I have a high rank in riding that allows me to pilot modern vehicles as well."

Memories of riding a motorcycle briefly filled the blonde girl's mind. "I am partial to motorcycles. I have cloaked my blade to obscure its length and shape. To my enemies it could even be a club."

After another brief pause, she continued.

"As I mentioned before, I am Arthur Pendragon, King of the Britons. The sword I wield is Excalibur. It is my Noble Phantasm, and by pulling prana into it I can release it to destroy my enemies."

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[h2]Goldibanne, the Face of Innocence[/h2]

Goldibanne peered at the man on the ground. She glanced back at the others, then to the wounded man. Well, if he said he was doomed(not literally but hey that's how he was talking) then he probably was. It didn't exactly seem like your standard methods of combating an infection would suffice. Oh well. She'd help him along the way after he got his will down.

"Goldibanne can handle that," she said, simply, hurrying over to the car and clambering inside. The living doll flipped open the glove compartment swiftly and pulled out a pen and piece of paper, before returning to the man on the ground. Wait until he wrote it, give him the quick death he wanted. Simple.