[center][h1][color=6ecff6]The White Dragon[/color] and [color=9e0b0f]The Red Dragon[/color][/h1][/center] [hider=Super Kiyohime-Chan] [center][h1]Berserker[/h1][/center] [center][img]http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/f/f1/Kiyohime_Berserker_FGO.png/revision/latest?cb=20150816125536[/img][/center] Nicknames: The White Dragon, Kiyohime-Chan, Super Kiyohime-Chan, Ki Alignment: Chaotic Evil Servant of: ???? Catalyst For Summon: One of the scales which she left behind before her death. Weapon(s): Besides the metal fan she likes to carry around that is capable of cutting objects, her own body is a weapon due to her shapeshifting skills. Wish: To become the wife to her master. [Hider=Skills] Name Stalking Rank B Effect Something that may also be described as a wild instinct that includes magic power and the fives senses, she tracks down her master no matter how far the distance. Name Shapeshifting Rank C Effect: Gives her the abilty to transform into a poisonous serpent and low ranking dragon forms (for flight) the dragons do not feature the traits commonly attributed to them and are more equaivalent to flying snakes if anything. Both forms are poisonous and the venom is a paralytic but not lethal. Name: Flame Coloured Kiss Rank: A Effect: It is what Kiyohime wishes from her Master. If it means she would be able to join her lips with her Master's, she would be willing to push aside every obstacle and become Super Kiyohime-chan. The compensation would be that the future of the Master would be fixed (as a groom), but that is just a trivial risk. [/hider] Class Abilities: [hider=Madness Enhancement: EX] [i]Communication is perfectly established between Kiyohime and her Master, but she will treat her Master as a 'loved one' and prohibits him/her from lying. If one lies and Kiyohime definitely saw through whatever lie was said, one Command Spell is automatically consumed.[/i] Grant her Mental Pollution of EX level but no rank up to parameters. [/hider] [hider=Base Parameters] Strength: E Endurance: E Agility: C Magical Power: E Good luck: E Noble Phantasm: EX [/hider] Noble Phantasms: [hider=The First and Final Noble Phantasm of Berserker] Name: Samadhi Through Transforming Flames Quote: [i]“Watch over me!" "As of now I'll eliminate the liar." "Samadhi Through Transforming Flames!!”[/i] Rank: EX Type: Anti-Unit (Self) Range: 0(minimum) - 10 (maximum *achieved through the usage of the dragons breath*) Description: The range of her fiery breath is her most potent aspect due to it spewing forth in a cone it allows her to easily handle single units by herself (unless they are able to regenerate the damage through some defensive noble phantasm. However, a comparison of the damage she can do is that under a constant stream of her dragon breath, she can break through anything Caledborg II can, and in same cases more. However, unlike Caledborg II who does it instantly upon impact, she requires constantly exposing the enemy to her attack. Her upper body features two claws which in terms of cutting power function as B rank noble-phantasm swords by power alone. They have no other special features. Both of these are base level, without factoring in the fact that she is fighting in her homeland which would naturally make it slightly strong but her legend isn't as well known so the increase is slight at best. Her stats also change in this form to better suit her status as a phantasmal beast. They become Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): A+ Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): A+ Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): C+ Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): B Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E and she gains (due to her now Dragonic blood in this state): Magical Resistance: A Her appearance is a large white serpentine dragon, with claws featuring only on its upper body. It is capable of flight through some arcane means. This Transformation due to the amount of mana it expedites is almost impossible for her to pull it off by herself as a servant even with soul consumption. It requires a great deal of mana from the master in order to occur and be sustained. Making it a noble phantasm that is reliant on the master to have any extreme impact. [/hider] True Name: [hider=The Dragon wishing to be a Wife] [url=http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Kiyohime]Kiyohime[/url] [/hider] Appearance [hider=Appearance] Dragon form: [img]https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/e/ea/A_Verse_of_Burning_Love_Story.png/revision/latest?cb=20160808143327[/img] Open in new tab for enhanced view[/hider] [hider=Calm] [img]https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/b/b5/BerserkerKiyoGOState2.png/revision/latest?cb=20150802043243[/img] [/hider] [hider=Anger] [img]https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/2/2a/BerserkerKiyoGOState3.png/revision/latest?cb=20150802043253 [/img] [/hider] [hider=On the Job (Not wearing her Heroic Spirit Attire)] [img]https://wallpapers.wallhaven.cc/wallpapers/full/wallhaven-448005.jpg[/img] and her first aid kit [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/e9/ef/3be9ef172a7aaed7442fc1296c2d2887.jpg[/img] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Aden Æthelinda] [h1][center]Aden Æthelinda[/center][/h1] [hider=Apepearance][img]https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0416/97/1438847565609.jpg[/img][/hider] Nicknames: Beloved, Anchin, The Red Dragon (Title of the crest bearer) Age: 26 Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Neutral Master of: Berserker Amount of Magecraft Mana: A (The main trait of the bloodline due to heritage is having large mana stores) Command Seal Location: Upper back: It takes the appearance of three of wings that are of draconic appearance Wish: If asked by anyone, he will seem to change what he is asking for as if trying to hide it. Of course, Berserker knows the truth due to his inability to ever lie to her. Origin: [b]Bonds[/b] - Personality: Aden's personality can be described as such. He is a man of family, holding those he believes to be his families such as close friends or blood relations close to his heart. He will aid anyone in his 'family' unless it involves hurting another person in said family. He is not a fan of infighting after all. Such bonds are important to him as his belief is that if you make enough friends, then you have something greater than an army. He cares for the livelihood of his servant deeply, even knowing her past he was willing to look past it in order for them both to get through this. Though he knows of his servant's obsession he tries to not let it daunt him from the task ahead. He has learned the power of half-truths from interactions with his servant, the only way he can essentially hide things from her. He has found them to be much more effective then lies in the long term anyway. He follows his own moral compass when it comes to taking decisions. He is not above the act of killing, though he will only kill in self-defense. Preferring to cripple rather than take a life if fighting was inevitable. As such it is common practice for him to break the jaw of the opponent in order to silence mage craft. On the topic of combat. Aden shows two distinct styles depending on the scenario. The Æthelinda's defensive style which is comprised of a mixture of martial arts and is primarily based on the usage of grapples throws and blocks, essentially using the weight of the opponent against them. Each attack must be made with precision and the aim is not to win but to grant the time for others to escape or recover. The secondary style is his personal favorite. The offensive style is based around using the entire body to end a fight as quickly as possible. It is essentially won by any means. Breaking the opponents limbs or destabilizing enemy balance is a very common act when using this fighting style. The style is referred to by the family as, "A red dragon consumed by rage." as the fighting style resembles the brutality of the berserkers of old. It is extremely hard to predict his next action due to the art's usage of the full body and thus makes it potent in fighting servants. When in a fighting scenario with his servant, he is the frontline and Kiyohime takes the rear support, this is mostly due to her weak stats for combat. He has come to respect her for the support she grants as she has quite a particularly sharp vision and thus on the battlefield they are pretty inseparable (mostly because Kiyohime won't leave him alone.) sometimes due to this change up. He can be commonly misconceived to be the servant at a glance. Biography: The only child of the Æthelinda bloodline, he had expectations placed on him since birth to carry the mantle to the next generation. He inherited the crest early through childhood from his father who had inherited from his grandmother. As the lineage goes. He bore witness to his father protecting those he deemed his family during one fateful event where his father was forced to kill a man in order to prevent him from killing both young Adan and his mother. The act of killing so that those one cares for stay safe was a concept instilled deeply into Adan's mental state. Still, he matured finally, under the private tutelage of his father and mother he learned all the necessary skills they deemed important to function in both human and mage society. It was at this time he grew to have his preference for wearing the most formal outfit possible. For if he was going to kick your ass. He might as well do it in his best clothes so you at least remember the occasion if the concussion he gave you wasn't bad enough. He had joined the grail war at the suggestion of his family, not to mention the grails choosing of him to participate in said war wasn't very hard to disagree with. The manifestion of the command spells signified it's choosing of him besides the fame that came with participation even if he failed to win, was reason enough to participate. He was highly unlikely to die as the Æthelinda crest bearer so the risk was well worth a way to increase the family's fame above barely a whisper. He was going to be prepared for this. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [center][h3]One week prior to meeting at the church during the Grail war.[/h3][/center] Aden had finished preparing the summoning circle for the ritual of summoning his servant for this Grail war. he prepared his chant, he needed a strong obedient servant that would be capable of taking orders effectively. Thus he began to chant. [i] Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let red be the color I pay tribute to. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate." "Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again. Let it be filled fivefold at every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling." My oath shall be sworn here to you, all those that walk this earth shall know our combined strength. May we serve each other gracefully as companions bounded by this blood." "Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos For you would be one caged in madness. I shall wield your chains. Let me set you free!" [/i] There was an eruption of white light andfrom the great glorious white light came a figure who looked extremely out of place. She had a pale complexion and yellow eyes. Her garb was unlike anything befitting a berserker. Aden's mind first wondered to see if he had made a mistake with the chant? Perhaps this was a Caster servant. "Caster?" he asked wanting to verify his suspicion that this wasn't a Berserker at all. The woman replied with a honey smoothed tone. "Not Caster, Anchin. Ber-ser-her. I have been summoned under the class of Berserker. Is that okay?" She asked after responding to his question. So this was his berserker then. This woman whom could easily be seen as attractive. What made her different. She seemed to have no rank-up to any of her parameters from his now granted clairvoyance. He was so lost in thought he didn't notice her trying to lean in toward him as if to kiss him. Though he snapped back to reality when her own arm brushed against his. "What are you doing, Berserker?" he said looking down at her with a stoic face. "Trying to receive a kiss from the one I, Kiyohime, love. Is that not okay Anchin?" She asked looking at him with pleading eyes. [i]End of the first meeting with Kiyohime[/i] ------------------------------------------------------------- From those days following that first meeting, He spent the last few days preparing his equipment and getting ready. Putting great effort into creating a mutual bond between him and his servant. Safe to say he learned a lot about her. She got really annoyed if he laughed and joked with another woman. She seemed to believe he was her lover reincarnated. Safe to say he corrected her on that notion citing that he was his own man. He wasn't any Anchin, and if she was going to be so headless over heels for him. It would be for the real him and not this Anchin fellow. Safe to say it worked... Somewhat. She referred to him properly as Adan though during times when she was stressed she would slip back into her previous habits. Her cooking was also something that he really liked though he would neglect to tell her. He needed to keep her at an arm's length. If he put down his guard and let her grow too close to him, what would happen if she was killed? What would happen if, after the grail war, she disappeared? How could he let that happen? Though she didn't make it any easier. Daunting on him and acting like a wife even if he didn't even think of her as one. Safe to say Kiyohime wasn't the average berserker. The caveat of the whole relationship, however, was the fact he could never lie to her. However, that actually helped her understand him better and vice versa. Safe to say, even if he wants to keep her at arm's length, he treats Kiyohime as if she's one of the family. [b]And you never mess with someone in the Æthelinda family.[/b] - [hider=Magecraft] [hider=Æthelinda Magic Crest:] The Magic Crest of the Æthelinda family is seen as its one true treasure, its locations stem from his neck tracing down to his heart. Due to its importance as the lineage of the Æthelinda family, they limit themselves to one heir per generation in order to prevent infighting. It is seen as the true acknowledgment of the parent when they gift their child the crest. The owner of the crest is seen as the Defender of the family until it comes time to pass it on. Due to the family's lineage of having those born with mixed blood with the dragons some of the circuits present in the crest are truly unique hence why it is so valuable to the family. Aden is affected by Grand Order: Coronal Rank Designation, the highest law of the magus chosen to inherit the Magic Crest, where he is forbidden from committing suicide by a severe mental restraint. Since the meaningless suicide of a magus who possesses a Magic Crest would most likely mean his bloodline's loss of claim to magecraft itself, the inability to commit suicide has been known to be the paramount responsibility of magic since the inception of modern mage craft. In order to kill oneself while carrying a Magic Crest, it is necessary to have an extremely legitimate reason. It contains numerous magic's notably to do with fire and wind magics, Below, however, are what the family is truly known for. [hider=Fates fortune: Uses 3 times a day] This is a magic, that can only be used by the wielder of the crest due to the amount of mana it would require without the aid of the crest. It is a magic that conjures forth a barrier capable of only surviving a single attack. The weakest of punches is capable of easily dismantling the barrier that can only be described as a single sheet of red glass. To which it would come across as an extremely inefficient form of defense. However... its true power relies on the fact that it due to the nature of the spell. It can block any single attack without fail. Its defensive power scales to the attack launched at it. Even capable of being able to survive a direct hit by a Noble Phantasm (Below Anti-Fortress grade). It is referred to as a trump card that cannot be used unless there is no other option for the salvation of those around them. This is because it can easily be dealt with once somebody understands the mechanics of it. The end of an attack is signified as when force/energy is no longer being applied to the barrier at which point it shatters. It originated from a time when a man of mixed blood with great love for those of the phantasmal species created a shield in a manner to honor a dragons defensive scales. Forever tieing the family to the phantasmal species referred to as 'Dragons' [/hider] [hider=Reinforcement] This form of magic is the main form of magic utilized by the Æthelinda Bloodline since it began to cast. The family has mastered the application of empowering one's self with magic, turning their entire body into a engine of destruction. As a result of the increased strength and durability, they are able to easily break human bones with minimal effort, as their raw strength is closer to that of a servant than a human if to compare. Their durability is also enhanced to the point where they can catch the blade of swords midswing with minimum to no piercing and take multiple wounds. This durability is further enhanced by the crest. Making the crest user a very dangerous combatant in physical combat. The maximum time using this magic without being worn down through other magics with his mana pool is around 15 minutes total as he has to spread the magic evenly throughout his entire body while also making sure it stays applied, it can be turned off after activation to preserve mana. A good comparison would be Kuzuki being empowered by reinforcement, however unlike Kuzuki. Aden has no aid of a Caster, and as such is at risk of ranged attacks as berserker is comparatively weak without the usage of her noble phantasm. [hider=Some Video Examples of Reinforcement] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3dlEUfUGYo[/youtube] Pay close attention to Kuzuki. [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEO3lT9x5Ko[/youtube] Another example of Reinforcement. [/hider] [/hider] Below are examples of an wind and fire spell present in the Crest: [hider= Air Blast] A Blast of air that is capable of knocking people around. Mostly used to deflect projectiles that are coming toward him. It is a very efficient form of magic due to the crest and it can be used over 20 times during a single day due to the size of his mana pool. It does no physical damage to objects. [/hider] [hider= Kindling] This spell can be used to create a small flame via creating sparks. This flame is not magical, the only magical part of the spell is the sparks created to produce the flame. This spell is very effective at creating fires. [/hider] Some others include ways of producing increasing strength blasts of wind, though the mana increases accordingly and the ability to launch accurate fireballs. [/hider] School of Magecraft: Air/Fire Spells that he can use without tapping into the crest: [hider=Healing Magic] A spell that increases the production of cells in order to recover from an injury. This spell has no offensive capabilities and is mainly used to support Adan's preferred style of combat in the event he gets injured. He will use this to recover as quickly as possible. Because this is to do with cell recovery and the repairing of tissue. Overuse can lead to a shortening of the user's life. [/hider] [/hider] Other: [hider=Equipment] A pair of gloves, emblazoned with a rune representing strength, they increase base strength without reinforcement, they are mostly used as backup to when he is running low to using the reinforced state but they can also increase his overall punching force by a noticeable degree, so when he's wearing them, he means real business. He also carries with him a first-aid kit containing a mixture of items from the mundane human items, to magical pills that function as adrenaline shots in order to stabilize the critically wounded. He has Kiyohime carry it with her in order for her to better function as the support. Not to mention he has taught her basic first-aid in order to use it. If she's never going to leave his side and is weak without using her phantasm, she might as well become his field medic as he protects her. [/hider] [/hider] [color=#ffafaa][center][h1]Tabitha Morgan[/h1][/center][/color] [hider=Tabitha Morgan] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/c8/85/09c8850bed7a2c9c5426e8e82149af25.jpg[/img][/center] Her blindness is absolute, rendering her unable to focus on anything. Leading to her open eyes to appear unfocused, This changes when she shares vision with rider, where she moves her eyes around in a way to mimic positions of the eyes of the creature looking at the objects if possible. Nicknames: Grace, Queen of the Castle (she likes to call herself a queen in her land of make-believe) Age: 9 Gender: Female Master of: Rider Command Seal Location: Palm of her Right Hand, appears to be three horses leaping. Wish: I just want everyone to be happy... Origin: Mortality - Personality: Tabitha is a 9 year old girl of Irish descent, and her age does show itself. She has none of the maturity present in the standard participants of the grail war. She just likes to think that this is the next big adventure, She's not coming around to kill people for this wish. She doesn't even want the wish at the end of the day, if it makes another person happy. She is just having the time of her incredibly short life. She still retains her childish innocence, she just wants everyone to be as happy as possible and believes that everyone is a good person at heart and everyone can be made happy with a little compromise. She has no fear of peoples appearances and anything else to do with an appearance because well, she was born without the abilty to see. The only reason she even has concepts of things is that she traces her hands over objects in order to get an idea of what it is. To which the Doctor or someone else would tell her what it was she was tracing her hands over. She is a firm believer in fairy tales and the supernatural, If she could be born blind with no way to see. Maybe everyone else was also blind to the unicorns, dragons, knights in shining armour. Therefore it gave her hope in her days in the hospital when she couldn't go home. Someday she'd be swept off her feet by her knight in armour, who'd take her on an adventure... Hopefully before she ended up kicking the bucket. Its this hope that drives her to try to explore everything life can offer to her before she leaves this amazing world full of voices and ideas forever. [i] She doesn't want to be alone... She doesn't want to go to sleep... She just wants everyone to be happy... [/i] Biography: [hider=History] Tabitha Morgan, born to an Irish magus mother whom had left the moment she was born and thusly never around, and a father incapable of caring for a child, even if he tried. She was put into the care of her fathers grandmother whom lived in Japan at the age of 5. Surely to a blind girl this was the beginning of the next big adventure right? In this land that seemed to like the sun. She liked the sun too. It was warm, it was nice. It was reassuring like another's gentle touch. Turns out life thought her happiness was a bit much, at the age of 7 she was diagnosed with a neuro-degenerative disorder, in which her nerves would slowly die, leading to loss of function in her limbs, and then eventually to either a heart attack or brain death via asphyxiation but the Little Tabitha stayed hoping, her grandmother would read her bedtime stories. Telling her about storys of big hulking dragons, and beautiful unicorns and knights that would always save the princess. She loved those stories, somedays when she was in hospital, she'd run around her ward pretending to be a queen. To which the nurses would just laugh and then inform her to be quiet, other patients had to rest too. Soon though, the news came through that her grandmother had died sometime in her sleep. Of course Tabitha cried. She cried because she had no one to look after her. She was effectively homeless at this point burning through her own limited inheritance to be able to reside in the hospital to receive treatment for herself. She put on the adoption registries at the age of 8 but nobody wanted to look after a girl that was going to die, she wouldn't make them any money in the long term, they would just get attached to her and then lose her... Life really hated Tabitha Morgan but she still loved life. [/hider] [hider=Three days prior to the meeting at the church] Tabitha woke up from her sedation induced sleep. Judging by the silence, it was the middle of the night. She was feeling thirsty... If she remembered correctly the water machine was at the end of her ward. She positioned herself to the side of her bed. Dangling her feet over the end. She pushed herself gently off the bed. Her feet making a small splash... Had the cleaners come again? She guessed they had, it'd be the only reason why water would be on the floor. She moved slowly and carefully, her hands out in front of her incase she walked into anything in order to prevent her from hurting herself. She had reached the end of the ward. The silence except for her tiptoes was frightening. Even the heartrate machines weren't making a noise. Had she gone deaf? No. She could hear her feet. Her foot stumbled on something. Someone had left out a toy? it was long and cylindrical. Probably a toy snake. She walked over it carefully, not wanting to disturb anyone. Her hand lightly grasping the water machine. She fumbled looking for a cup. It was with this fumbling she heard a voice... in the room next to hers. Someone was recanting the words for some sort of ritual or poem to themselves, conversaing with another person that [i]"The ritual is soon at hand my boy, soon we will have a servant."[/i]. The voice seemed happy with what it was saying. Then Tabitha accidentally dropped her cup. It then stopped and heavy footsteps coming in pairs began to be heard. The Footsteps were getting louder. She hid behind the water machine. She heard the door to her ward open, but not footsteps signifying that someone was coming in. She didn't want to get in trouble with these evil sorcerers that was in her imagination. The footsteps started again. This time the footsteps appeared to show that they were leaving the building (unbeknown to her, the man was going to grab the catalyst for his summoning.) She stepped out of her room into the hallway, the floor still wet. The cleaners had down a very good job at cleaning the floor it seemed. At least her bare-feet were getting clean in the 'water'. It was like a foot-bath. She walked into the room the men she heard had been in. She tripped over something, long and cold. Her hands preventing her from falling on her face. She lifted her hands up and turned her head around the room only to hear that the men were coming back. Well if she was going to be caught she could at least pretend to be like them. Maybe they'll like her more. "em, how did it go. Fill. fill. fill. fill. Fill," She began her hands dripping with 'water' onto what she didn't know as a summoning circle. "Breaking Asunder? with each filling?" She continued her voice unsure of the complete words. "Let the carda, cardan, cardinal four gates close" She was beginnning to stumble over herself as the footsteps got louder. "Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the kingdom rotate." She said as she breathed in. The man said something about declaring her vows or something like a wish. "Let it be known now that, you will serve me dutifully as a knight like I am a princess and I shall treat you kindly, we can make everyone happy is that okay? Answer if you submit to this wish?" She breathed in. "I swear to you an oath. Please don't leave me alone!" she yelled as the men opened the door to see their ritual ruined. As the beam of light showed the completion of the incarnation. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As ritual proceeded, many strange things occured. The sound of a bell tolling began to ring. It was loud, loud enough to have shaken the blood ar the young Tabitha's feet, and yet, silent... it's as if the bell tolled in this room, and this room alone... One, every second, until it reached it's twelfth toll. The sound of cawing and fluttering then flooded the room. One, two, up to six ravens flew out from the portal, encircling the summoning circle, cawing excitedly. It's as if they were calling for something, no, someone... A figure, a silhouette in what appeared to be armor, appeared within the circle, the light still flashing, obscuring him from any clear view. The ravens encircled him, before [i]melding[/i] within him, with his shadow. The light began to dim, and the figure, a knight in obsidian armor, shining like the night's sky, had appeared in the room. --- Death. Death is what called him here. The stench of death filled the air in this room, bodies everywhere, their blood forced out of their body, their souls, their essence, their prana has been used to call him forth, to have him manifested into this world, once again. The armored figure took a step forward. In front of him, a woman who was drenched in death. No, not a woman, but a girl. A girl so close to death, she could have practically been one of the bodies in this room... but no, she was different. She was still alive... this could only have meant that she was the one who had called him forth. Yes, that's the only possibility, after all. The link has already been established, the contract filled, and all he needed was but to verify... Voices began to speak to Tabitha, all in whispered tones. Five figures, it sounded like, spoke to her at once, incoherently. It was as if a maddening cacophony began to play in her head. Then the sixth voice spoke, interrogatingly, yet, gentle. It was louder, much louder than the rest, and clearer... and as it spoke, the rest of the voices followed along, melodiously. [color=darkslateblue][b][i]Young lady... is it you that called upon me? Are you the one that is to be my Master?[/i][/b][/color] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I did, so I guess I am-" She started about to start conversing with the voice in her head aloud but... "What the fuck are you doing Miss!" One of the men called out, the sound of steel grating against steel could be heard as he pulled something out. "I was just trying to be like you!" Tabitha said in defence. Her wide eyes unable to actually look at anything, they were just wide in defence like she was scared of the shouting but her unfocused eyes unable to look at the eyes of the aggressor. Her mind was in a panic, and unbeknown to her due to her complete lack of magecraft knowledge, rider could hear every single word of it. "Oh no no no no no no no. Don't hurt me please, don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong. I..." Was what was coming over the mental link between both of them. It was obviously directed at the shouting man. Who was walking over to her, and picking her up by the collar of her nightwear. "A little runt like you just ruined hours of work, We spent ages setting all this up, and a brat just comes in and ruins it, maybe if we kill you we can just start over." He said pressing something cold against the artery in her neck. The other man was at the door fearful of the armoured horseman. The shadows began to dance within the armored figure's hands as he stepped forward. They stretche outward, molding and shaping like clay in his hand, until it became a discernable shape; a blackened, broad longsword, fit for a knight. He then closed the distance, rather quickly- he was nimble, for an armored man,- swinging his sword, and decapitating the man holding his Master with one, clean cut. The first death he has delivered within this war. He made certain to absorb the prana of the man he killed. He had to. His Master was young, and likely won't be able to supply him with the prana he needs to stay manifested... and her life was endanger, still, as well. The sound of running interrupted this. The other man booked it, leaving his ally to die. Such cowardice, but who wouldn't have ran when the harbinger of death stands right before you? The knight had just pointed at hand at the man's direction, and a black beast jumped out from his shadow. It growled menacingly before roaring, the roar belonging to that of a lion. It then proceeded to chase after the coward of a man, faster than any normal lion can run. The shadowy lion found its prey, cornering him at a dead end at the end of the corridor, and proceeded to pounce on him, breaking a few of his bones. It was as if it had the combined stength of five of its kind; a phantasmal beast, and one of far greater strength than most normal ones. It roared once again, gloomy drool dripping onto the man's face, as the sound of clanking armor was heard coming down the hall between the wards. The armored Servant had walked forth, his shadowy sword shifting into what appears to be a whip fashioned from a human spine. It cracked the whip forward, calling the beast back, the lion stepping off the man and walking behind the Servant. Trailing blood for the wet bloodied floor on its 'paws'. The man tried to crawl away, but he couldn't. His legs were broken, and so was one of his arms. All he could do was look forward at his imminent demise. There, he laid, face to face with Death itself. The knight raised his free hand, slowly, the man being startled as it rose. Then, he pointed a finger at him, and the lion's growls grew louder, as if more of them were called. Then one, two, as many as five lions leaped for the man, beginning to tear him to shreds. The last thing he saw was the knight, walking off, as his blood added to that which was already spilt. --- The Servant entered the room where the girl, his Master, had awaited him. She called him his knight, he recalled. A far cry to what he actually is, but still, she wished for one, and it would be fair enough to act upon her wishes, for the time they'll have to spend together. [color=darkslateblue][b][i]"I am your Servant, Rider."[/i][/b][/color] The voices spoke in her head, once again. [color=darkslateblue][b][i]"And you are the one that is to serve as my Master in this War."[/i][/b][/color] When Rider had returned, and the sounds of the lions had faded, he would find... Tabitha huddled in the corner with her eyes wide open in fear but staring blankly at the ground. She was unresponsive for a few moments but eventually calmed down. He was a bad man, he didn't deserve to die... But Mr Knight had to protect her... "Master?" She said trying to look in a direction where he thought he would be, but slightly off, due to him speaking through the mind and not through his mouth. "I'm your master...? So that makes me a queen right? or a princess? I'm a princess..." She said her innocent mind thinking of what it meant. "So, as a princess... I order you to tell about yourself after I tell you about me!" She said loudly, the only person whom would even be able to hear in the hospital floor was rider. No help would come. She was alone with the servant she had unwittingly summoned. "I'm Tabitha Morgan, A 9 year old girl. This is my hospital ward. Someone left water on the floor. I'm scared. I think that man was trying to hurt me." She said quickly without pause between her sentences as if her lungs would burst, telling the servant about herself in order to break the mood and try to make it slightly more happy. It was getting sad. Tabitha didn't like sad. "Just... Take me on an adventure before I end up leaving this world..." She finished quietly. Rider groaned. Or at least, that's what he would have done, in the event he had a head. His Master is wholly inexperienced, and by the looks of it, blind, at that. She even thinks the blood on the floor is water. Rider felt as if this war will be a short one for him. He always has the worst luck, it seemed... But still, it's rare that he would be summoned at all. He's already a hero that bridges on the rules for the Holy Grail War, anyway. Rider detests his form, and if he were to ever obtain his godhood back, he'll have to win. He'll have to at least try, even with a crippled Master. Rider resolved to take her to the Church, so that she could learn more about the War from its Overseer while he thought of what to do next. She'll have a safe place to stay, at least for the beginning of the War === Tabitha would hear the sound of sinister magecraft shifting, as if from a cartoon, before the slight galloping of an animal, followed by a neigh. A horse, from out of nowhere. Rider has already been mounted on the horse, and put his hand out. [color=darkslateblue][b][i]"Take my hand, then, Master. I will take you somewhere safer..."[/i][/b][/color] [/hider] - Magecraft Section: School of Magecraft: Shes 9 years of age, she hasn't studied any. Amount of Magecraft Mana: C (and nothing else) Other: [color=#ffafaa]"Rider is the best knight in shining armour ever! You can't compete with him. Hmmph!"[/color] [/hider]