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[color=00aeef][s]Better Lancelot[/s] Saber[/color][/h1]

[h2]Tohsaka Manor, Fuyuki[/h2]

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She had followed her Master around the house, an extra hand with the preparations for dinner and in full armor no less. They were to meet a guest today and her Master Tohsaka claimed that they were close friends, despite this claim, she would come prepared if they thought about attacking her Master unprepared, this was a war after all and alliances don't last very long in cases like these. Nevertheless, she knows her status as a Servant and is meant to follow the commands of her Master as per the contract settled upon summoning.

[i][color=red]"Saber.  It seems our guests have finally arrived, wait here it shall only take a moment.  It is my duty to welcome any guests personally."[/color][/i]

With a simple nod and a one-word response: [color=00aeef]"As you wish, Lord Tohsaka."[/color] She answered in an androgynous voice and stayed put with her sheath-less sword by her waistbelt. And it was only when night came that the expected guests arrived.

From her spot in the manor she had seen the other Master, who... by her puzzled look hidden from behind her helmet questioned such style. How long has it been? Did people started wearing horse masks? Is this person a reverse-centaur from Greek legend? She does not know, of all the people she has heard encountered in her lifetime, Astolfo's hippogryph, a Saracen giant, a castle made entirely out of glass... there are still some things that need to be answered and the "horse master" is one of them. Of course, she gripped the hilt of her sword upon noting his intent to harm her Master, only to stop just inches away from his face, almost reminiscent of her long-time companion Roland who would often pick a fight both wrong and right. She would smile, lightly giggling behind the mask.

When the other Master's Saber came, her smile just widened and a fangirly screech echoed mentally in her head. To think that Roland, of all people was this "horse man's" Servant. 

She gripped her hilt once more, and twisted the mechanism near it, extending her prized sword, Hauteclere into a spear to block the incoming "greeting" with a loud clang from Roland's overhead strike.

[i]"My companion! You live!"[/i] The bearer of Durandal greeted. She chuckled with a hearty laugh and matched his attacks with each parry she could find within each thrust, slash and cut. She used the reinforced parts of her armor to block all other attacks that cannot be reached by her spear-sword alone. [color=00aeef]"Is this how you greet your old friend, Sir Roland? As barbaric as ever, I see. You never change."[/color] She remarked, clashing with each strike, twirling her body around and in that armor no less nearly getting scrapes from the indestructible blade that he carried.

[i] "I missed you so dearly, and I prayed that we would see each other again in heaven! But here you are, able to join me once more in our quest for victory!"[/i] He cheered once more, only for her to turn his strike into a long clash between blades. Olivier's visor had opened, her sapphire irises looking straight into Roland's own with a challenging smirk. [color=00aeef]"And I you, Roland."[/color]

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