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[h2]Shuten Douji, Foreign District
-Amid the Color Red and the Scent of Poison-[/h2][/center]
Saber reacted to Berserker's blow with the kind of cocky maneuver that she had expected of a knight in shining armor who had come to save the day. Had he merely miscalculated the speed and power of the Oni? That his attack could outpace hers and repel her assault? Blade met flesh met flesh, and the decisive battle was over in a blink... But that wasn't to say that not a lot happened, the aftermath of that tiny fraction of a second was reached through a precise series of events.

[center]Berserker's sword descended in it's arc, aimed to cut him in two from shoulder to hip.

Lightning crashed across the roof in blinding white.

A Scoundrel knicked the true Knight's sword leaving him without the proper recourse due to Berserker.

Saber ducked and leaned forward to attack with naught more than his fist, bereft of sword but not bravery, skirting the bifurcation by a literal hair's breadth.

BErserker's sword sang loud as it sheared through his pauldron and the shoulder beneath.

A thrown punch became literal, as Saber's arm flopped limply against Berserker's chest, rotten flesh sloughing off the bone beneath his armor.

A fountain of red and vile black erupted from the open wound.[/center]

And now we're caught up and with interlopers too, shouting about yet more honor! Whether the poison reached the heart and killed Saber or not Shuten had most certainly defeated him, that was beyond questioning. A swordsman with no sword and no sword-arm was no swordsman at all and a servant without a noble phantasm wouldn't be staging any comebacks either in such dire strait, as such her opponent was truly no longer even fit to be called Saber. Shuten offered him two parting words "[color=a187be]You lose,[/color]" a giggle "[color=a187be]Fufufu~![/color]" and a final gift, a stout oni-strength kick to the chest, before turning to address the newcomer.

And just in time too, as the shockwave of madness ripped through the air towards the Oni... To impart nothing. The existence of an Oni was madness itself, and were that not already enough Shuten currently occupied the Berserker class to boot. With a condescending smile and a sickly sweet voice She called out to Rider. "[color=a187be]Little girl little girl, are you sure you're meant to be here? Fufu~![/color]" 

She dove down towards Rider from her rooftop perch with sword raised, "[color=9e0b0f]Pachyderms are dangerous you know, and so are demons~![/color]" Another broad bisecting cut to be carried out mid-air, meant to cut down Rider from atop her mount. After the prior demonstration of the little demon's terrifying efficiency the results should be well obvious.

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