[u]Servant[/u]

"Only cowards fear death. You seek to hurt me. To tear down my faith.Your words are the meaningless challenges of a scared boy. You are afraid, you feel abandoned, you feel weak. so you lash out. You revel in power. You are a frightened child, grasping at whatever you can to reassure yourself." Roland replied, facing Tatsunoko. There wasn't any hatred or anger in his voice, merely pity. Before the heretic had anytime to say anything, Roland was on him. His sword lashing out again to kill the heretic, the murderer, the frightened boy. It was a straight thrust, past the outstretched arm. Roland didn't want him to suffer, after all.  If Tatsunoko chose to dodge, Roland would stay with him and continue attempting to kill him. If Tatsunoko paused, the sword would go through his body and kill him.



[u]Master[/u]

"I suppose you're right." Corbet sighed, running a hand through his hair. He cast his servant an amused glance as the toothpick broke. Idly, he handed Rider another toothpick from inside of his jacket. "Don't worry. It's clean." He said, somewhat absently. [i]It [b]is[/b] the Grail War. Time to start acting like it.[/i] Corbet reached inside his jacket once more and, hiding his hands underneath the table, began tearing a piece of paper up. Over and over again he tore the paper until it was just a bunch of tiny scraps. Hiding the remains in his right hand, his left going back on the table, he concentrated. There as a small, muted, flash of light from his right hand, and then he opened it up. "Go. Mark them all." He whispered, sending the various pieces of paper across the room. They attempted to discreetly land on their targets (The opposing Masters and Servants), by going along the bottom of the table and attaching to their shoes. Once at their targets they would mesh with the shoe, thus giving Corbet a constant knowledge of where his opponents were at all times.

"Let the games begin." He said quietly to Rider, with a small smirk.