[i][b]Somewhere, Elsewhere[/b]

Finally.

Finally I am chosen. The Throne, t'is a boring place to which I am unfit to dwell. There be no conflict to be resolved, no enemies to face, no people to lead. What business do I, a warrior and leader, have in waiting? Time passes strangely there, but I know I have waited long for this moment, and that is enough. So I ask myself again, why have I been waiting?

For the opportunity. To fight the greatest again, for the thrill of the quest. It is worth it to know I shall feel the fiery adrenaline pump through my very being, to meet steel against those who may even - the thought almost makes me shudder eagerly - defeat me. It had simply been too long since the last. Of course, there was a price for this opportunity, as there was a price on all good things. 

A Master. I spit at that. Respectful, that I shall be. Honest, yes - but there be only one person whom I shall refer to as master in the most genuine sense and it t'is not anyone from the day and age I feel myself being pulled into now. A glimpse of the one who calls me, as the body which is 'mine' is actualised. 

One thing.

One single thing is communicated in the instant that I become within the world.

An unbreakable will, the heart of a hero in the making.

How nostalgic.[/i]

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[b]Abd Al-Malik[/b]

A single step was all it took to part the dust and airborne energy, the undeniably overwhelming presence of Saber nearly energising the air and cracking the very ground it stood upon. 

It being used rather appropriately.

Saber could barely be called a man from its appearance, several vertical and bloodshot eyes, attached to a head obscured by an ominous black smog, locked onto Gwyn. They [i]stared[/i] into the young man, scouring his very character. Its gaze could cause skin to crawl, for paranoia to build in the peripherals of ones vision. This thing was no knight in shining armour - it was a monster in warped flesh shaped to be like armour, blues and purples seamlessly transitioning into one another on its body. 

At its side, a blade fit to match its giant wielder. It appeared just as warped and uncomfortable as the thing that held it. An eye on the hilt looked to Gwyn as the others did. 

[i]"Ye be foolish in that you do such things."[/i]

The voice did not sound like it came from a mouth, but from the entire things being. The vertical eyes squinted at their master, scrutinising. 

[i]"I smell it on the air - to have used so much of your own blood for this."[/i] Saber snorted. [i]"A fool! I have been summoned by a fool who would not collect that of others."[/i]

[i]"...But a fool who is quickly earning respect."[/i]

Saber knelt before Gwyn with its gaze downwards, a heavy sounding movement that made a 'thud'. 

[i]"I ask of you, are you my Master?"[/i]