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[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Raidah o' Red[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=f9ad81]Interacting with:[/color] [color=ed1c24]Master of Red Rider[/color] [@Grey], Lancer [@Cu Chulainn] and [color=fff200]Berserker[/color] [@MeteorD][/center]

The mighty Rider stood proudly by her new master, casually examining her rather dull, empty-looking expression with a lazy eye. The many years spent in her beloved Sky had truly turned this once conqueror slightly lazy and rusty, and her knowledge of this war thing was rather.. lacking. Basically she knew that she was a Rider, well-fitting the Mongol conqueror given her absolute mastery of horses, but beyond that she knew little. But one thing was certain, once she was back in the groove, the warriors standing around the summoning circle would realize that it was no fluke that she, who started out with only her two brothers, could conquer almost all of Eurasia.

[color=f9ad81]"So, lil' Missy, ye'n'me 'll be partners, aye?"[/color] The conqueror spoke with a common tone, her words sounding similar to steppe bandits with their casual yet lethal tune, as if affirming that she who conquered the world had roots amongst the foul kind that murdered for food, mounts and coin. An imposing voice, a voice that could speak to any man or woman's heart, no matter how gutteral or foul her tongue was. And soft, motherly, calming as well.

Genghis softly rubbed her chin in thought as her eyes found the other summoned spirits, some seemed recognizable, others completely unknown. In specific, she found the one called the Lancer and the one called the Berserker interesting. One dressed in fabolous garments with this holy air surrounding his very being, and his shining armour made him seem a Byzantine. Perhaps? She knew of the people living in Seraglio-point, residing within a massive, grandeuse city protected by massive walls quite similar to those Chinese scum. Genghis' eyed Lancer for a moment longer, as if attempting to place him in her massive map of important personalities, but of course she failed for now. And so she looked over to that Golden man, noting his physical appearance being of Asian heritage. Chinese? Korean? Perhaps he was one of those strange people across the ocean? Genghis couldn't quite place it, but it didn't matter just yet. Besides, she couldn't rely on those Chinese filth's texts and scrolls to speak truth. Fuckin' aristocrats.

The next one to come to summoning was apparently an assassin. The Chinese Slayer gazed across the female briefly, and quickly noted that she was definitely not a warrior type. Thin arms, slim body, and apparently no eye what-so-ever for combat. And yet she was summoned as a Heroic Spirit, meaning she certainly could affirm the "looks can decieve" theory. And how this assassin spoke so proudly of poisons quite loudly? Indeed, she must've been a killer in life as well. Rider shrugged lightly. She was of no importance right now, nor could she even place her looks. Perhaps she too was Byzantine or some other weird person West of the Thracian peninsula. 

Rider shrugged again, rolled her shoulders lightly, peering onto the failed summoning and the shocked look of the magician. Nonchalantly, she waved a hand in front of her mouth as if bored, waiting for something to happen. All these warriors and heroes, no combat? Boring. And as if her thoughts resounded through to the eternal blue sky, her wish was granted. A flurry of magics came flying towards their location, the younglings around perishing in great numbers. Certainly that would phase someone unknown to the life of war, but Genghis had committed much worse atrocities than this. While her body moved about, quickly a hand raised to grab her Master's wrist before forcing her onto her beloved, white horse; Tseneglegch, while all this happened, Rider's thoughts was still aloof and sloppy. [color=f9ad81]"Master, come along,
 would ya'? Big Sis'll protect ya' frail, lil' body, don' worry. Les' join this 'ere Zerkah 'nd Lanceh in ba'hl, aye?"[/color] She muttered sofly, calmly, motherly even to the girl, while a mischievous grin lingered on her lips. She was now waking up.

[color=f9ad81]"Aye, Zerkah, les' get a lil' bloodshed goin'!"[/color] She yelled back to the Golden boy, her heels kicking into the flanks of her horse, the mighty steed raising to it's hindlegs with a vicious battlecry leaving it's snowy muzzle, before quickly landing down to start his stampede. And the sound of the stampede alone echoed through not only the ruined building, but the entire city, the sounds of not only one buttens of thousands of horses galloping forward despite there only being that one horse. And the resounding charge came up beside the berserker, her imposing grin alone seemed to bring an air of confidence to those charging on, steeling their hearts as if defeat was no option. [color=f9ad81]"Lanceh! Yer' laggin' behind, ye are!"[/color] she laughed softly while preparing an arrow to her bow, [color=f9ad81]"Nd color me crazy, ye two 'andle tha' Spireh', aye? Lemme handle tha' group o' magi."[/color]