"[b]The Plagued Knight[/b]"

He watched with even more enthusiasm than before, watching as the petty Servant blocked his simple acidic attack with all of her strength, resulting in a hefty laugh from the atrocious knight. This was his purpose, his meaning in life. Since the moment he was born, this was his reason to live; to weed out the weak so that the strong may live. If his diseases were too strong and you died to them... well, the matter of fact is that you just weren't worthy enough to live. It never matters. You can struggle, you can fight, but if your life ends, then it just means you weren't strong enough. As the youngest of his siblings, he knew very well what his goal was; and that was to weed out the weak so that they may make their move. 

He took a simple step forward, before he heard something tap his head. It felt as if a small rock was softly thrown at him, which confused him as to where it could have come from. Before he knew it, he realized that it was from the Servant's Master and her weapon. To any other Servant, it would have done something more, perhaps even stunned or dazed them. Giving off a laugh, the plagued knight simply walked forward and watched as the Master quickly carried her Servant into the nearby alleyway. He could have easily closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds- no, not even that. He could have thrown his sword, blocked their path, and crushed the Master's head before killing the Servant. He could have also just have leapt forward, brought his sword down, and cut the Masters arms off before proceeding to finish off the Servant and watch as the Master squirmed before killing her with his diseases.

Could have.

Instead, he grinned underneath his helmet and gave off another laugh filled with insanity, before piercing the edge of his blade into the ground. He just watched them as they left, showing that he allowed them to escape; despite the advantage he had. "Orders were to scout... cannot kill... They would be upset if I kill them before the battle begins..." Letting out another laugh, The knight proceeded to remove his sword from the ground, before walking towards a nearby wall and covering it with essences of his diseases... allowing it to spread over the nearby building like a fungus spreading over a ancient building. The infestation and diseases were a part of him, just as he was a part of them; it was just how things were. Marking his territory, he simply dematerialized before wondering off, hoping to find another source of entertainment sometime soon... and hoping that the two he spared would become more of a challenge for him in the future.

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"[i]A Greenhouse in the Forest Near Septum"[/i]

"Nana-nanana...Nana...nanana..." murmured the young elven girl as she calmly etched some ancient symbols over the center of the garden. This was new Syndra in terms of performing high-class magecraft, however, this was all that she really knew besides her natural healing abilities. Things were simple, and she always wondered why she has been having the desire to enter this war. Maybe it was because she felt duty-bound, or maybe it was because she had the chance to live a normal life? Whatever her true reasons were, Syndra wasn't really too sure of it, she only knew that she was set on entering the war, and that there was no backing out now that things have come this far.

After finished the symbols, and still barefoot, she walked out of the circle and held her hands to her chest before closing her eyes in thought one last, final time. Exhaling, she touched her left eye, covered in bandages, and decided that this was the right choice. Extending her left hand, and placing the other upon the center of her chest, she began chanting the incantations...

[i]Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.[/i]

[i]The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.[/i]

[i]Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).[/i]

[i]Repeat every five times.[/i]

[i]Simply, shatter once filled.[/i]

[i]――――I announce.[/i]

[i]Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.[/i]

[i]In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.[/i]

[i]Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.[/i]

[i]You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！[/i]

...and with that, the summoning of Servant Caster, had been completed.