[center][h1]Rider[/h1]

"Not bad at all!" Rider complimented the deceptively frail-looking girl when she managed to not only deflect his attacks, but slip out of the way of his chariot. It seemed that witch girl had managed to find herself a rather impressive servant to fight beside her for the grail. But he was only testing the waters with that last exchange. Now he would find out the measure of her worth when he actually applied some [i]real[/i] pressure.

Turning the chariot in a sudden 180° arc, his speed never once faltered. The only difference, in fact, was in the way Rider began to move. Darting from side to side in sharp zig-zagging pattern, it was a motion that is - quite simply - impossible for any chariot bound by natural law. This level of precision maneuverability, in fact, had no equal even in the modern world.

But it was not merely a display of agility.

Saber had escaped him once by dashing to the side, but such a tactic would prove far less effective now, as Rider endlessly arced towards her from either side, barely ever giving her a moment's reprieve. Yet he was not satisfied with this alone...

As his spear showered the elegantly dressed servant with more punishingly swift thrusts, she would find herself under attack from another source: one of the mighty warhorses that pulled his chariot had began making a concerted effort to slam down its hooves upon her whenever her blade was preoccupied with defending against Rider's attacks. Worse, this was not the assault of a mere beast: it's blows carried power rivaling that of Heroic Spirit!

"Wahahahaha!! You've proven worthy of me putting forth a bit of effort, Saber! You should feel honored!!"

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