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

[center][i]Finishing Healing the Sick And the Weary[/i][/center]

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It had been a spar, nothing more. Runes had taken care of things quite nicely, and his opponent had seemed to stomp off in a fury. Such was the nature of things of this particular thing. His opponent was strong, yes, a worthy test and opponent to be sure. But his priorities lied elsewhere after this. There was that riot and such details of it his Revelation told him of when using his runes to gain temporary "Clairvoyance" again, though the masters and humans were better left to it for now. There were civilians to assist in his line of work, for such was the job of a hero. Heroes brought salvation, they fought against fate, they brought miracles to bear. Such was the nature of a heroic spirit in general, such was their duty as proper heroes at least. Even the mundane-seeming tasks were of note. 

So to this end, after the fight he'd gone over to where the train wreck had occurred. Using healing runes, he had begun to create circles or runes around the survivors to heal them in groups. Another servant seemed to be there as well, and the most Sigurd had done was ask him and Gudrun (if she weren't already out healing others too) to help ferry people into the circles after the people were stabilized first. Streamline the system. Create an order. Smooth transition of one group to another into his circles. Production line, a creation of humanity that would serve this situation well in the end with the application of ancient magic. An ironic thing, really. 

For hours Sigurd tirelessly worked, his runic circles being used to heal otherwise, to get out old bodies from wreckage and respectfully lay them out and cover their faces as seemed to be a future custom for respecting the dead in these incidents. These people from the land known here as Japan, they didn't deserve this. He could know the right words to say to comfort them at times, his skill being useful for this, and by the time morning had cracked....the dawn overlooking the horizon.....Sigurd had done more than an army of modern men could have. With his own two hands he had even sorted wreckage out and repaired/strengthened the tracks as best as he could with his runes. Innumerable faces had been healed in groups in his circles, the dead had been placed to the side with respect away from the tracks near the scene. 

And yet his determination never changed. His hands kept up their works. His mind kept on track. Temporary clairvoyance gained to be used along with his revelation was used a combo he applied once in a while to note the situation here and how things were developing elsewhere. There was a lot, but this city did not deserve to die. This bastion of human work had become something, only for the greed of dragons and such things to interfere. His pride as a hero meant he could not ignore this, the pleas of the common man here as well. 

The call of the Grail was there, Gudrun was ever by his side again now, and he didn't even seem to break a sweat in his activities. To fight "that" man again would arrive, and many others had yet to be tested for their worthiness for the Grail. 

But in the end, he had done his job as a hero, and finally now wrapping this up here would be a nessecity before he moved on.

[color=lightblue]"I think that about wraps up this disaster."[/color]

Nothing more needed to be said, really, at this venture.

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[@Cu Chulainn][@Sageage][@Phonic]