[center][h2] [color=f7941d]Rostam[/color] [/h2][/center]
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Rostam tugged on his horse's reins as it fidgeted, pawing the dirt as it the monstrous castle THING began to shift and change before their eyes. 

As his Master warned him to stay his charge, a sudden dart of brilliant light suddenly streaked across the battlefield, catching both their attention. 

Rostam squinted as attack which he had before attributed to his deity, was wielded with similarly terrifying accuracy by the Archer Servant who had been attending the party with them not a few minutes before. 

Leaning forward in his saddle, Rostam stared at the Servant who had unleashed the arrow which had nearly slain him the night before. The arrow which had granted him his deepest, most longed for Wish. The Arrow which had, in his eyes outshone the Grail itself. 

For a moment a vein in Rostam's huge forehead twitched as he put two and two together. It had not been any deity which had struck him down after all, but this Hero. His mouth split into a wide grin, and he spurred Rakhsh forward.

[color=f7941d]"Keep your distance Master! I must press forward regardless of tricks! Moreover, if that one is here then... Head for the Fortress that girl has created!"[/color] He said, pointing towards the small castle that the Lancer servant had erected. 

Riding forward Rostam and Rakhsh approached the new battlefield of the transformed Castle Demon. Avoiding a direct charge, he directed his horse instead to approach the mysterious Archer who had attacked him the night before, coming to a halt 50 feet from the man.  

[color=f7941d]"You there! Archer! Bowman!"[/color]  He hollered at the tall pale man, waving his free hand wildly. [color=f7941d]"I owe you more than my life, though you may not know it! I Rostam am in your debt! Accept my Oath of friendship and loyalty, you who's arrows carry the judgement of Ohrmazd!"[/color] 


Turning from him then, Rostam set his sights on the small human figure which had emerged from what had moments before been a towering castle. Despite the current bizarre situation, Rostam felt nothing but a warm glow of joy at his meeting with his would be assassin. Here was a Hero who equaled or surpassed both Esfandyar and himself in the strength of their magic arrows. Between the two of them then there was nothing in the world that they could not conquer. So long as the Archer accepted him as an ally, that was. For now, he would have to trust to the general alliance that had been forced on all of them. 

After this however, a more convincing token of his gratitude would have to be made. To prevent a repetition of such a tragedy as his slaughter of Esfandyar, it was appropriate to take any measures to prove his own intentions. Why else would Ohrmazd put such a figure here before him now, if not to grant him the chance at atonement that he had wished for? The punishment of receiving a fatal attack at his hands then, had been only the beginning of his true wish's fulfillment after all. 

Now though the enemy at hand could not be ignored further.    

Though he was accustomed to riding roughshod over such enemys, the shifting of form from one to the other was clearly the sign of a demon sorcerer of great power. It was to be expected then that a straightforward attack would bring terrible consequences. Well, someone had to be the first, and among hero's he was almost uniquely suited to shrugging off terrible consequences. 

Whispering a prayer to his god and another to his horse, Rostam urged his mighty companion forward. 
With a sound like an avalanche the huge steed began its thunderous charge. Moving like a white wind, the horse and Rider accelerated to and bore down on the small figure which had only moments before been a towering monstrosity. Rostam would have almost prefered that the creature had maintained its castle like form, for had he not single handedly smashed down the gates of the fortress of Mt. Sipand in his youth? 

Rakhsh galloped forward, as if to trample the small man under its gigantic hooves, only to pivot at the last moment, vearing to the side of him and shooting past. As they passed Rotsam swung in his saddle, leaning over far to the side and unleashing a huge sweeping side strike with his long handled mace aimed directly at the ground the creature occupied. The strike he had unleashed swung down driven both by the A+ rank strength of the Rider, and the massive momentum of a Phantasmal beast traveling at full gallop. When it hit, it would not only pulverise the ground with enough force to shake a phantasmal castle wall, but send out shock wave of compressed air in all directions, strong enough to lacerate any who were agile enough to avoid the blow. 

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