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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
[@Sageage][@Cu Chulainn][@Seirei No Hai][/center]

What is a saber without a sword? What is a hero if they only have one hand to lift themselves up? What is a future when you're fighting off death? Roland had all these things to think about as he stood there in a forest clearing, knowing well that the other two servants were watching. But he didn't care. This was to him, a way to let out a great deal of stress. And to clear his mind. After all, what thinking could he do when he was still learning to get used to his one good arm. In fact, his mind felt sluggish. The poison at work still, but as for his body.

That was still fast. Painfully fast. When he moved, he had to move in measured steps, since he could literally move faster than his mind was willing to accept. But here, he could focus on a target, and when his mind caches up, the target was gone. In this case, it was the lone tree in the clearing, which showered around him as particles of sawdust. A tree branch struck the ground to his side, reflexes picking up on it only after it had fallen. At least the few rocks still standing around made easy targets. 

That rock exploded, with stones bouncing off his armor, and his hand feeling nothing. Turning, he attacked another rock, tearing through it like paper. But he could tell he was being watched, if not by Olivier, than by the other servant. 
[color=00a99d]"You know, I haven't felt this low since the day I died."[/color] He said, speaking hopefully to his source of wisdom. [color=00a99d]"At least then I knew why I was dying. At least then I had a purpose. The angels themselves told me so. At least I chose where I could sit down and die."[/color] Roland continued, picking up a rock and crushing it in his hand. [color=00a99d]"What am I suffering for? For battle? For somebody else's glory?"[/color] He realized such thoughts were unlike him. But until now, he had always been so sure of his direction. Sure, this was a war. Sure he had a lord to serve under. But were they really the same? For one, he actually saved lives in those wars. Here he watched them die. And as he had been safe at the Einzbern residence, he had seen that man, Achilles, hero of the trojan war, destroy the city. And he hated that. Because... Maybe it was jealousy. This idea of finally seeing another hero in action, that made him... Spiteful. That's the word. 

[color=00a99d]"I am without my sword."[/color] He said, before turning to his fellow Saber. [color=00a99d]"And for once, I have no clear future. How exciting. What a glorious thing to add to my story when I conquer the odds."[/color]

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Attending Church
[@Yukitamas][@Scallop][@floodtalon][@Froppy][/center]

[color=fff79a]"Of course she's alive."[/color] Xerxes lifted the hatch to the church basement, and stepped out with a sigh. [color=fff79a]"She's a servant, and an Oni. The same I guess, that removed your arm on the first night. And is responsible for the lack of your second arm."[/color] He said, already gesturing for Tesla to follow, and to put down the Oni girl onto a pew or something nearby. [color=fff79a]"I hope you'll accept my apology, but I did check in on you after the incident. Your current state is... Rather unhealthy to your core."[/color] He was already collecting the materials from a nearby cupboard, and several strips flesh he planned to mold onto the injured Tesla.

He began by scooping out the debris, which was sure to cause infection. Not that a servant could get sick in the way other could, but it was best to clean up the area first. Before he started stitching up the wound. [color=fff79a]"I'm noticing some darkening of the skin along the sides of the wound. Some kind of poison?"[/color] Xerxes asked, raising an eyebrow. As he brushed his fingers along the damaged area, he could tell the skin was slightly thicker. [color=fff79a]"It's different from the Oni's poison, so I suspect it may be something you picked up before or after you fell into the river."[/color] He was already making a mental note to investigate the water supply. Might be poisonous run off from the fire, but unlikely. Poisoning the water supply was bad news, and he wasn't fond of the idea of having to hunt down the person responsible. 

He realized pretty quickly that Tesla was more obsessed with his arm than any degree of small talk, which was rather annoying considering the archer should be more thankful for his work. But, for now, he just had to operate in peace.