[h2]Saber[/h2]

Lancer had departed, in pursuit of Archer. The situation had become... intense, far more so then she had hoped. The pain was still blazing away within her body. Saber took a deep, ragged breath. Normally, she would have asserted that maintaining an offensive strategy was best, but at the moment... Her Master was at risk. More then anything else, her Master's life was important. This was something the black-haired swordswoman knew deep within her heart.

"... Master... you should use a familiar later tonight to contact the overseer," she said, managing to speak. With that, she swiftly scooped her Master into her arms, one arm under her legs and another under her back. There was pain from the core of her frame protesting at this action, but now was quite simply not the time to give in to such a feeling. Instead, she held the other girl close to her body. It was her duty to protect her Master. "... These injuries will heal..."

She would protect Mira. No matter what.

[i]No matter what.[/i]

With a wheeze of pain, Saber bent forward. She could hear the sounds of Archer and Lancer's furious battle...

She had memorized the path back to Mira's home. And so, without a moment's pause, she broke into a sprint with a burst of speed, tucking Mira against herself as she did. 

Saber had to heal. Until she did, she would comply with her Master's more defensive inclinations. For now, she just had to keep going and ignore the pain burning through her insides as she did.