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Foreigner District
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Saber was impressed. How fast she moved. How quick her motions, and how her delicate look seemed to so easily be turned around. He was at a disadvantage with this foe. How she moved, how she seemed to know every motion he made. As if... He'd ask later, but she wasn't a typical lancer or spearwoman. She really did deserve the title of heroic spirit. He'd love to find out just who she was for later. 

But, his body did not break when she brought his arm around. Instead, there was a shimmer in his eyes, as he found something to protect. His master's honor! Or maybe just this hill. He wasn't picky. Guardian Knight was such a great skill. Mostly because when she twisted his arm, it didn't break, instead it was reinforced and whatever damage it might have done only charged through his spirit. 
[color=82ca9d]Master, she is very skilled. But this is not your fault. Rather, you have done your best, and your best is as good as the best of heroic spirit. I suspect her master has sent her out with the express goal of learning the identities of other servants. When we return to Olivier we will have to avoid letting on that we know each other. Or my identity will compromise her own.[/color] Always the gentleman, worried more about Olivier than himself. 

Lancer fought on the razor's edge, but her demeanor told him this was not because it was in her nature. But a skill she deployed. [color=82ca9d]"Very well, I shall get closer!"[/color] He grinned, and closer he would get, because in that moment she was pulling her spear back, as if thinking she could harm him. Guardian knight could tank that, but... He was learning from this teacher. For he didn't have one teacher in this fight, but two. His master, and his enemy.

Saber let go of her spear, not fully since he had already learned his lesson. But it was like her own grip in the move just before. His grip gentle, and his arm twisting. Readjusting just enough by moving his elbow. His hand pushed downwards, causing the tip to avoid his shoulder, sparing him the loss of a limb, and before the spear could pass him completely his grip tightened just before the blade. And yet, he let her pull him. His own charge was emboldened by her own strength, suddenly their short distance was closed in the blink of an eye. His body faced hers, with his sword raised above his head for a lethal strike downwards. 

But he didn't. No. His left foot slammed down into the ground, rooting him there. He spun his right side to her, and kicked. And kicked. And kicked. [b]Ninefold Hoof-Cannon: Release From Life![/b] Roland was not a hand to hand martial artist. But this move? It was so bold. So brave! It was as if it had been designed just for him in mind! The power of a servant did what no human could. It perfected each kick into a body shattering blow. And being so past the defense of her spear, she was right in the path of the hurricane of blows. 

This was his invitation to her.