[b]Abd-Al Malik,[/b]
[i]Summoning[/i]
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A pregnant silence filled the air between Servant and Master. Although invisible, Gwyn would still feel the heavy gaze of his Servant on him from its spiritual form. It finally broke with Saber's boisterous laughter.

Hilarious! Hilarious! A fool who is quick to decry honour as non-existent on the battlefield, while holding to the standard of 'good' and an absurd ideal! I'd be careful, claiming horses do not exist when riding upon a stallion.

Saber took a breath, calming its self before continuing, amusement still lining its voice.

[i]It exists, even more so than something like 'evil'. I want you to consider that before you interfere in any of my duels, and think about what it means for me and then yourself. As for Masters, I would treat them like the scum they are if they are so eager to resort to underhanded tactics - I do not take well to cowards. If you wish for them to live, then so be it, but should they use your own good nature against you I will hold nothing back in parting their bodes in half like the red sea.[/i] 

[i]I was a king as well as a warrior, Master. I know all too well what it is to be crushed by your ideals, even those held from youth - perhaps that is why I was chosen from your blood...to make you realise this.[/i]
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[b]Abd-Al Malik,[/b]
[i]Sports Stadium[/i]
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Saber made good on his Master's order, heading into the city to get a 'feel' for the place that would be its battlefield for the coming days. It was somewhat overwhelming, even if it had some idea of what to expect. A concrete jungle, towers of glass and odd vehicles! It desired to ride one of the iron stallions which had roared passed it, even if it was theoretically faster. It eventually grew tired of the tourism, remembering the promise of conflict.

It found the perfect arena. A sports stadium, if what the sign outside was true. A vast field with an open sky, surrounded by empty and elevated seats, although there would be none to fill the seats for this sport. It nodded to its self and began to forum from dark particles, standing upright with its blade in the ground before it. Its many eyes stared beyond the stadium, seeking something.

[b]"Face me."[/b]

A simple phrase that carried with it untold weight, the Saber's presence being made painfully aware to any Masters and Servants within the city and beyond. The meaning behind it was clear; a challenge to all those who would meet it.