Interactions: [@Grey][@Turboshitter]

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Saber's face contorted into a ironic grin as he chuckled to himself. The chuckle was somber and without humor more of self loathing. He couldn't say it out loud but he knew better than to heed all of Berserker's words. He remembered his time at the lake...the spirit who showered upon him her affection, and time. The life he had lived with that fairy and her beloved words that had spurred him onto make him the man he would eventually become. [color=bc8dbf]"Not all the Fae of the land are evil. Some helped those who needed it. Otherwise some were merely imps following their nature. While I understand the legends have not been kind to them...I have known some myself that were more than charitable to our kind. Well what we once were..."[/color] Saber said with a cold flatness as he remembered the beautiful woman with a light white dress, and long beautiful golden locks of hair that had taken him close on cold nights and told him that life was worth living. 

[i][color=00aeef]"Little one...your life is worth much more than you know do not falter life is a gift..."[/color][/i] the words echo'd in Saber's mind from a long past time.

Even without a true family. [color=bc8dbf]"As for my honor as a knight...for all that it's worth you shall have it. Though I have long since forgotten it I still know what my word carries as it did in the court so long ago. With my king ever so righteously protecting the people. For better, or worse I followed my Lord as I do now."[/color] Saber mumbled out further as Leon looked at his sir knight with a tinge of sadness. He knew his servant was not happy about his past at all and he hated when he got like this. Even the stuck-his-sword-up-his-bum Saber was better than this depressed one. A knight he may be but...he wondered if he was truly happy about anything or if his pride, or what was left of it, was all that kept him from collapsing under his own self pity. 

[color=00a651]"You have some strong instincts servant. I'm happy to know that you think of me in such a good light. Though I can't help but wonder if you're the way you are because of your class. But if you would be up to a suggestion I think it would be best to prove ourselves in some way. Words are idle until proven otherwise...right Saber?"[/color] Leon said as he changed his eyes to Saber who looked at his mask sideways and nodded. Those were words he had been on the receiving end of at one point in time. Saber had once questioned his newly christened master on his morals, and his pride to see if he was worthy. Leon had proven a worthy master and Saber bent his knee to Leon. He hoped that he could come to an agreement on something for this. [color=00a651]"But first I suppose this would be the best way to make my intentions clear."[/color] Leon said firmly gripping Albert's hand and shook it to show his commitment as a master, and a man of his word. Then he turned to Berserker, [color=00a651]"As for drinks thank you but I'll pass. I'm not thirsty."[/color] Leon said but in truth he just wanted to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap.

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[@Shadow Daedalus][@1Charak2]

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Assassin grimaced in pain as his back was slashed by the other servant whom had surprised him somehow, how she did so was beyond him but it was clear he was dealing with another. Though this [i]thing[/i] was hardly his equal...Assassin spent long nights in the Arabian desert fighting his war against infidels and heretics alike. A simple wound like this paled to what he had suffered there. Even less so with his current state as a servant. Assassin moved as quick as a bolt of lighting his skill was practiced, and masterful as a dagger was produced in his off hand from inside of his sleeve he spun around and tried to stab assassin, a ploy, the real blow was a quick kick to the leg to stun his enemy allowing him to fall back on his own right dodging the blow James had created. He could press the attack but the would be foolish. Too many variables. He used his momentum to carry himself in to a flip and a roll as he laid posed on the ground his cape falling around him hiding his shoulder movements as he stood up straight eyeing a child and her master. He was aware of the bolt coming towards him now, judging by the man he was he was most likely archer...a pity. He wanted better prey. He didn't even pay attention as a well placed arrow smacked into the one shot by the other one by his own ally and the bolts fell helpless to the ground on either side. 

What Archer found in that alleyway was not what he had been expecting there was a loud bang, and then a huge white light erupted from out of nowhere. A well placed trap and archer's ears rung with static. If there had been anything in that alleyway it vanished without a trace quick enough leaving the stunned archer there alone as a pain in his feet mixed with the ringing in his ears. There were caltrops on the ground it seemed and Archer had seemed to have thrown himself into harm's way without meaning to. [color=f26522]"This is unworthy of a man of my skill. Killing children was a sin against God himself. This abomination is the best the grail has? Then you have no rights to call yourself an assassin whelp. Your very existence is a disgrace to my profession and class! And as for you there. One with the strange magic. My quarrel is not with you for the moment if you have any intelligence you will go try and find my own ally before you come at me again. Now then...assassin....come and show me your skill....if you have anything but that technique worth calling a skill."[/color] Assassin's gravelly voice spoke in both disgust for his current opponents, and this situation. He wanted to end this quickly but they were going to prolong the inevitable now. Archer was no doubt toying with his opponent somewhere and now was likely waiting for the next chance to strike.