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"Crafty," he snorted, whiskers bobbing up and down. Saber began to walk a bit ahead of Janicka, stomping ahead at a pace that broke away from their united march. Twigs and branches broke under his feet that stomped through them, smashing and splintering them. 

“Crafty is one thing, master. But at this rate I fear I might never get the chance to do what I am meant to do. Gods forbid that there is a war that does not hold any battle.” Saber came to a stop, an exasperated sigh bringing his large shoulders to sink and relax. His bestial and yet noble face peeked into Janicka’s view, his head craning over his shoulder to show off a wry smile. “I am not Rider, but you do not have to be like him to think this silly”

...And if that is the case surely there were some on the opposing side who saw this as a ridiculous game too. Would they gleefully fight when the time finally comes? Would they stand their ground dutifully? or would they fight like cornered rats, all other options pushed away until they must finally fight?

Even if their light were to shine brighter, even if their light were to burn out their own he would wish to see them glow as well.But he was confident. He was confident, even split into two that he would shine as an equal. Yet he could slowly only come to expect a group of flighty spinsters at this rate. Surely with such lack of conviction clearly displayed their reasons for fighting, and for victory were silly and small.

Ah, but his own reason for fighting was a bit silly wasn’t it? Perhaps that was why he had a master too… A master to him was more than simply an anchor, it was a strong reason to fight, a strong reason to win, a strong reason to be what he truly was. 

He reached out to take her in his grasp again like before.

“I do not think they will have any spare slippers for you to comfortably slip into. But let’s go anyway.”

She was an odd master who did not bring too much direction at times. But at least they could agree that they hardly wished to grow lean on scraps and leftovers. With his master in hand Saber rushed through the forest, hoping that there would be something of substance that would be worth their time at the castle.