[b][i]Saber[/i][/b]
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Barely a moments reprieve - just how Saber liked it. First a rather impressive knight of the Lance, and now a Servant of the Mount answered his call. The unholy-looking knight tilted its 'head' backwards somewhat, its many eyes appraising the new challenger. This man...there was certainly something very powerful about him, more so than what Saber expected from a Rider. It wasn't any definite, a gut feeling if anything, nothing to judge a possible outcome over.

Saber knew this was getting risky. The Servant of the Blade looked to to the bleachers, eyes squinting over at the seated duo. It risked giving away too many of its little tricks, with Aswad Hafiz already out in the open it did not exactly want to give away any more of its tricks. While its identity couldn't be discerned from Aswad Hafiz alone, the full extent of its power wasn't something it wanted to use on the first day. 

"A tad late, Rider! I have already fought a servant of the lance. However, I shall respect your acceptance."

It drew its sword from the ground, doing a mental check on its ability to fight. Lancer had put a dent in its personal reserves, but it could still handle one more fight before needing to retire for the night to recharge. It could leave now and prepare for the coming nights...

Ah, who was it kidding. It was going to fight.

"As Servant Saber, I challenge you Rider."

It took up stance, sword before it in a defensive posture, awaiting Rider to make the first move.