[center][h2]Anthony Giacosa(?)[/h2][h3]Tohsaka Manor, Premises Outskirts[/h3]
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The mysterious uncle standing before the Master and Servant didn't seem to even hear the latter's words, the grin carved into his face stretching out with each passing second. [color=ed1c24]"Oh, this is perfect. Haven't even been here for an hour, and I don't just find a German, but I find a part-demon too? You must be one of those Servants, right? Perfect, perfect. I'm not even upset Crown lied to me about the language thing, this is just too good."[/color]

The mania in his eyes would be one not unknown to Sigurd nor his Master. A lust for battle, that singleminded desire to wage an individual war. Whatever this was had been hiding beneath the surface, but something about Sigurd's nature had dredged it forwards.

[color=ed1c24]"Let's see, you're definitely no full demon, but you've got the reek of one. You don't seem like a natural half-breed like what those oni did to survive, either. Did you contract with one, acquire its blood or its factor? The flow seems...mm, not one of those curses, not oni, not rakshasa, not- oh, wait. Right, it's been over a decade since I fought something with that kind of factor, but I remember now. Dragon, right?"[/color]

His presence was nearly palpable by this point, a sort of radiance emanating from him in a sense beyond sight as he made that absurd declaration. Just as a Servant had that "shine" of heroism bathing their form, this man, this "Anthony Giacosa" gave off the same light. There can be no mistake, that man's body was mere flesh and blood, was merely the body of a human. It is unthinkable that there could be a human who could equal a Servant as a "hero", but then, how-

[color=ed1c24]"Prior engagement? No, no, afraid you'll have to cancel. I've gotten to drink plenty, but I'm not turning down the chance for a fight. You're not leaving right when I've got a golden opportunity standing in front of me for the first time in a damn month."[/color] He remarked, his tone going icy for a moment as he ignored the offered bottle, shrugging exasperatedly and letting out a mock sigh. [color=ed1c24]"Well, you'll run off if I take any longer, and it won't be satisfying for either me or Radah if we kill you from behind, so let me introduce myself more properly. I'm just a simple old man here to get some exercise, after being stuck in the office for a month in boredom."[/color]

The map of Fuyuki was stuffed into a pocket, no doubt crumpling up in the process. A sharp laugh left the man, eyeing Sigurd like a predator standing before his prey.

[color=ed1c24]"...Anthony Giacosa. Codename: Gavel."[/color]

The instrument case gripped in his right hand began to distort, its form writhing as if it were clay being shaped by invisible hands, until its form had changed from a benign oversized instrument case to an equally oversized hammer. A weapon that belonged in the realm of fantasy appeared, the man gripping it in his hands as a thrum ran through it. However, that was not what was most terrifying. 

That status was reserved for the emanations of prana that the item began to give off, a power on par with a Servant's Noble Phantasm. 

[color=ed1c24]"But your contractor there would probably know me better as the #4 of the Burial Agency."[/color]