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"You presume correctly," Rider grinned beside his "Master". His opponent, it seems, was the Saber-class servant. He wasn't likely to find a more worthy challenge than this in the war. He didn't recognize her, though that sword was of no western make. "And if you were felled by an ambush, you wouldn't have been worth killing [i]properly.[/i]"

War was hell, after all. The weak would inevitably be trampled beneath the feet of those worthy to stand on the battlefield. Droning platitudes about honor and chivalry would only leave you in a pool of your own blood.

"You did well, though, Saber," Rider complimented his vertically-challenged foe. "A lesser servant would have indeed met their end before they even saw the face of their executioner. This is normally where I would introduce myself, but, well, you know..."

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