[@Cu Chulainn] [@Reflection]



[center][h1]Einzbern Forest Outskirts. Clearing of Destruction, nice day for a picnic.[/h1][/center]
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[center][h1]Falke and Shinji (True)[/H1][/center]



The confrontation was one that was inevitable in one form or another. But the shape it took, in peace yet with pressing business.

An unnatural cause for calamity. Something hidden, something not realized by any other. Well, there was certainly more than just that on his mind quite obviously. Tree after tree was destroyed, the equivalent of a flick from his hooves uprooting them and shattering their base. At times he even rammed straight into them, the armor-like aura and presence of the heroic steed shielding his less legendary rider. Despite the storm of bark, leaves and other such tree matter whipped up in his wake not a single scratch or spec of dust found itself upon the hound.

Despite sounding as though it were a violent enemy’s attack there was no reaction from the Einzberns. After all it was one of them after all.

The two met with the third beast of the forest, and together they spoke. At this point he simply wanted someone, anyone who’d listen and vindicate his warning. The great horse, Falke met the man who wore the face of a horse and spoke of hidden truths.

In a very animated and violent matter at that. Despite the ability to reach a mutual understanding he nevertheless acted out part of it in pantomines. Crushing rocks, quaking the ground with his stomps. It was simply a way to let out stress.

Of course when it came to letting out stress when one was a lifeform of that level…

Well one would be forgiven for thinking that a battalion of tanks had descended upon the Einzbern Forest.
	
Just as the heroes spoke to each other, so did too the man from the east (west), the dog, and the horse meet. It was not a grand feast, and two of its members were far from legends. In a sense all that bound them together was the simple fact that they could communicate. But was that not enough?

Shinji recognized the man who wore the face of a horse. Falke recognized suitability and, with the annoyance still brimming through him with the disaster of a conversation with his companion and master earlier, dumped this task onto the man who wore the face of a horse. He was the one who took his leave first.

After all, even if he got mad and annoyed, even if he was ignored or was reminded that there were some limits to their bond due to the divide of species…

He was still the one most dearest to him. So he would go to his side.

Falke left the forest, leaving destruction, and a littered picnic-like environment behind. 

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[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]

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“Ah.” he suddenly realized.

“Saber, we have to go to the bar.”

The bar, the place where their ails and woes could be buried under alcohol. In this case it was more than just escapism. The bar with its certain elements left it as a place more potent than any bed of medicine. There Roland’s arm could be fixed, there Roland’s impurities could be washed away.

But that wasn’t why. “We’re out of snacks.” Tlilpojuan let out a sniff before handing a stick of skewered meat to Shinji.

“After that however…” came the words of Tlilpojuan, his tone as serious as when the man confronted the burning city and the tragedy that had befallen the city the night before. “There’s something amiss at the mountain. I do not believe there is much that we can do to support my pupil at this point. Besides, if we tarry here too long we may actually seem like allies to them.”

This was a war where one walked their own path, following their own wish. To walk with others was not quite proper after all.

“I will be heading to the bar now. Follow after me when you are done, Saber.”