[b]Abd Al-Malik,[/b]
[i]Sports Stadium[/i]
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[i]"Indeed, t'was I."[/i]

Several of Saber's eyes squinted in barely contained joy, its body lightly shaking as it chuckled. For someone to respond so quickly, and obviously of one of the Knight classes as well! A good start to what will be a brief stint in this world. It would try its best to enjoy it, to sample the combat prowess of legends from across time. There was an immediate reflex upon Lancer arriving before it, a feeling of doubt at the challenging presence of a woman. Saber knew far better than that, though. A woman could be as fierce as any warrior or king on the battlefield, if not more so.

Anticipation triggered the pre-engagement adrenaline, power coursing through Saber's limbs. It felt ready - like it could swipe through one of the many concrete towers it had passed with ease. 

[i]"Do not take me for an Assassin. I called out for those willing to face me in a duel - no tricks, only our own ability put against one another."[/i]

Saber drew its warped blade from the ground, the eye on the hilt staring intently at Lancer. It held the blade out, pointing to Lancer. 

[i]"I am Servant Saber, and I ask you; do you accept mine and my blade's challenge? Or would you rather converse?"[/i]