[center][h1][color=lightblue] Saber: Sigurd, the Dragon Slayer[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Hill overlooking Foreign Quarter, Just Outside of Fuyuki, Fuyuki Outskirts, Miyama[/i][/center]

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Ah. Once again breathing the fresh air of the world anew, though it felt different than his homeland. Indeed, he already knew he was far from his homeland, far far away in a nation that venerated honor in its most noble warriors of old. Ah, would he that he could cross blades with them as a warrior, that they could both put their pride on the line and clash. Though other heroes would be present, those who took up their mantles with pride....and perhaps those who had sunk into the depths with infamy. But his task was clear, and he desired to find a foe to combat this night. Someone with which to test himself in this....lesser form than he had been in during his life. That much he could tell with a certainty. 

But after emerging atop a hill, he looked about and knew this was not exactly the situation he had expected, though it did not surprise him one bit. Great, towering flames, cursed, filled with grudges, instigating fear.....[b]binding[/b] whatever made it stronger and consuming the souls of its victims. He who had learned much magecraft, the Primordial Runes that as a Caster he would have possessed in proper, could observe such things about this disaster of sorts that had arisen. It was no normal fire, not any more at any rate, and it continued to drink of the lives of this city. It was unacceptable, but his runes would be of no help here. 

So he paused for a bit on this hill, watching upon the flames and scene, allowing the caress of the wind, the song of the birds, and the flow of the world around him to speak to him of what would best fit this situation. What he could best do in regards to this fire situation. 

[@Yukitamas][@Red Alice]