[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

The competition was as short and one-sided as it was predictable, the homunculus decided. Her Servant, obviously muscular and incomparably shiny, had forced his opponent's hand into the table not once but twice, with no strain on Kintoki's part. The opponent seemed to not be able to understand this... and accused Kintoki of cheating. Not only that, he indirectly implied that [i]she[/i] would lower herself to cheat for such a lopsided display. Her, cheat to defeat such an unknown foe? The nerve...

The drained bowl of soup met the table with an audible thud as Svetleaze rose, grasping the axe-sword. A second later, the table split in two to make [i]sure[/i] that the Berserker would listen.

"First, you challenged him to a fair contest and were defeated. Second, you refused to concede defeat and forced another attempt. Yet you refuse to accept your own failure? A hero should know of their own ability and seek to exceed it or acknowledge where they can fail. No matter who you are, I can name one hero that would be able to crush you in might alone," the white-haired girl said, heart racing. Even with her confidence, to stare down a legendary hero was a challenging situation, "If you wish to humiliate yourself further, I will aid Kintoki or spend time to improve myself. If you wish to keep your pride intact, then I suggest that you remember that the purpose for your summoning is to work as a group and not insult any number of heroes that might surpass you one way or the other."