[h1]Ukatan City[/h1]

[h2] Construction Site[/h2]

A kingly figure viewed the clash in the construction site through the eyes of another. His characteristic armor was not present, revealing his features and physique. He held a lean body type more inclined towards agility than force, but a distinct strength of form was present in his regal figure. Long, straight black hair rained down to the main' shoulders, contrasting the unnaturally pale face of the knight. His eyes were of a pitch black shade, appearing as if they were two ravenous voids. Dark circles shrouded his eyes, accentuating a feel of insanity that oddly melded with this kingly presence quite well. He was once more seated in his grand throne of emerald, contemplating this clash of servants with dead silence. The beast like man would appear to be a significant problem. One that the knight understood instinctively that he could not defeat in combat, even with his anti - dragon attribute and empowered physical capacities from his father's legendary holy sword. Truly a frightening creature in combat, but nothing more than a creature. A wild beast easily reigned in. And the knight held reigns capable of reeling in this filthy specimen. The beast had utilized the Prana burst skill, indicating lineage descending from phantasmal species, and his parameters were exceptional. His noble phantasm was yet to be revealed, but the roots were likely part of it. The Lancer appeared quite capable of combat, being obviously an Eastern hero of some renown. He could not match the monster in brute force, but was capable of compensating for raw power with technical prowess. A troublesome opponent for the knight should they match in combat, but of course combat was not the knight's affinity. What good was it to challenge others without exploiting their weaknesses, gleaning their insecurity through observation, and formulating the net with which to enclose helplessly these foes? To affront without manipulation was to merely indicate that one was simply a beast for combat, no different from the monstrous human battling Lancer. 

[COLOR=RED]"Do it. It is wiser to strike down the weaker quickly, as I am sure you understand that you cannot match a servant without utilizing your full capacity, which cannot be regained. No regular magus should be able to match you, and eliminating one servant from this war catalyzes our plans all the faster."[/color]


Hao acquiesced with a nod. His somber priestly vestments were concealed with a layer of silver armor enshrouded with thick black wisps of what appeared to be smoke.The armor was surprisingly light, and Hao merely adorned parts of it, leaving his joint areas free for unrestricted movement. The important aspect of the armor, the helmet, was placed over Hao's head. Any master that attempted to view Hao would only see a humanoid figure hidden under a blurring layer of smoke - like darkness, and any attempt to read his presence of glean his identity would fail unless the helmet was removed. With swiftness unnatural for a man, Hao slunk through the ravaged construction site towards Akane. He was wary to approach her from behind, and the armor would stifle his presence from her servant. Hao scrutinized her atop a rusted shack, and rapidly closed in on her location, his body perfectly calm and relaxed in preparation for this engagement. It would be better for the girl to have her head shattered in an instant, as the death would be painless, but Hao suspected that this would not be.