[center][h3]Ruler, Church Interior[/h3]
[@Beloss][@Cu Chulainn][@Berserk Gene][/center]

[color=fff79a]"Should your Servant fall and you wish to exit the war, you can come here to relinquish your right as a Master. At that point, you'll be under my protection until such a time as you've left the city."[/color] Ruler explained, not being able to help the trace of a grin that was forming at the edge of his lips. It was only fitting that the Master of that sort of Servant was thinking of those sorts of conditions, as opposed to brazenly charging forwards with all the gall of a young adult novel protagonist. 

Frankly, the thought was nearly enough to make Ruler muse over what it would be like if he were just another competitor in this war. The notion was quelled moments later; even with an ideal Master, he wouldn't be capable of doing battle with a combat-capable Servant. Besides that, his other talents...well, without the unfair advantage accorded to the Ruler class, he wouldn't be anything more than an obstacle to be crushed. 

[color=fff79a]"I suppose you could simply exit the city, but while you have those Command Seals, even if your Servant is dead you are treated as a 'competitor'. That is why you're required to come to me to relinquish that title; without doing so, you haven't exited the war, and as such my protection won't apply. If you do manage to leave the city without doing that, though, then I can hardly imagine another competitor would leave the city to hunt you down. In the first place, that would-"[/color]

The Servant cut himself off as something changed in a nearby Servant's status. Had a Command Seal been used? From behind his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed slightly as though trying to see through the walls of the church, the Servant in question, a Berserker, now moving towards him. 

A Berserker running towards neutral ground, hm? And one that seemed...empowered, at that. Hostility was likely. Ruler's previous disposition slipped, the trace of annoyance entering his countenance as his right hand released the cane it was gripping. Prana began to flow around him, those sigils that marked him as Ruler thrumming with a pale red light. 

[color=fff79a][i]If the task is just, if the intention is pure, then none should fear charging forwards.

I look upon the world, and think of its beauty. I lift my hand, and declare a truth that transcends time.[/i][/color]

The very earth beneath him seemed to call out, the shadow of "something" forming in the Servant's hand, and...! 

-The sound of very civil knocking brought a halt to this. Ruler's preparation for a display of power before a rampaging beast was dispelled in an instant, the flow of prana ceasing as his mouth opened and closed silently before he had composed himself enough to respond.

[color=fff79a]"...ah, yes, please come inside."[/color]