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Foreigner District
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He could tell immediately she was picking at his head. Olivier herself had done such things at times, and while he was an emotional man he wasn't about to give her what she wanted. No, to discover that she'd have to work for it. Saber's eyes were focused upon her, and that spear. There was one good thing about a spear. If you knew where the blade was, you knew where the pommel was. If you knew where the pommel was, you knew where the blade was. 
[color=82ca9d]"Everybody only gets one freebie."[/color] Saber said, unwilling to drop his guard. Still surging with that need to defend his master, while emboldened by a new ease. Everything seemed crisp, exact. No he couldn't see the future. But as they fought, his speed seemed less of a problem. 

The blade of Saber struck hard into the ground, gouging stone as easily as anything. Though that may just be the power of a servant. One could never be too sure. The sparks from their grinding weapons fluttered through the air, igniting their battle into a glorious display that his master could see. And Saber felt for a moment that she had read his mind. No. That isn't possible. Is it something more? 

[color=82ca9d]"You fight well, but unless you are really weak for such a haughty servant, you are not giving it your all. So offer me up a fight worthy of my passion, and you shall learn your desire."[/color] Saber smirked, as if telling her to bring out more. 

While his blade remained lodged in the earth, he was under attack. But Saber didn't yield his position, or his blade. As the spear struck to his unsworded left, he knew exactly the maneuver. Taking a step closer, the broadside slammed into his side, Saber did not flinch. But instead his arm followed the motion. Slamming his elbow down onto the shaft where it connected to his side, he sandwiched her weapon between his arm and body. His free hand struck the shaft, and gripped the handle, tightly with his own strength. A pin! With his own force he kept her from pulling the spear back, denying her the blow she sought. Instead... He took advantage of such a delicate stance she took. 

A wide stance was good for holding ones ground. Or for thrusting. What it wasn't good for was when one was being pulled closer to their enemy. Saber's grip twisted the spear, and possibly her arms in doing so. He would pull her closer, directly into the range of his sword. Still buried in the ground, he raised Durandal up in an arc. An arc destined to pass right through Lancer's body, bisecting her from between her legs and upward to come out her skull. Could she foresee a way out? Could she overwhelm his own strength that seemed to bolster itself more? Or would she surrender her spear to avoid death? 

[i][color=82ca9d]Against such a foe, only boldness will do. Such stark boldness with which to shock her in the moment of action.[/color][/i] This thought rushed through Saber's mind as he struck. Indeed how bold. How daring and brave. To accept injury in order to gain, that was what he had learned. To give as good as you get.