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[h3][color=red]Prydwyn na Airell[/color][/h3] [indent][color=green]Fuyuki; Outside Einzbern Forest[/color][/indent]
[@Paradox Witch] [@Cu Chulainn] [@Crusader Lord]

[indent]Watching the fight through their bond as Master and Servant was... no.

Perceiving [i]anything[/i] at the speed at which Saber simply [i]existed[/i] was a herculean task in and of itself.

Pyrdwyn saw what the Sword Emperor saw, looking down at a man who was greater than men and forcing him to weather a storm, a veritable typhoon of strikes and blows with that legendary bloodied lotus was a sensation that nearly pulled Prydwyn out of his own body.  For a single instant he forgot himself, lost the connection of feeling in his limbs as he watched the fight.  He forced himself back, but this whole scenario was almost making him shiver.

Existing in the same moment as these two titanic warriors was nothing short of terrifying.

He knew that both his Saber and the enemy Servant were exceptional, even among the monumental standards of a Servant, but the thought that he shared this city with a multitude of Masters who had called forth these Gods would have rendered him speechless, had he not been already.  Sweat gathered on his brow and when he tried to swallow, he realized that his mouth and throat were drier than they had ever been before.  He gritted his teeth, using the minuscule discomfort of grinding his molars together with all the strength his jaw could muster to feel something, anything.

Through Saber's eyes he saw the enemy retreat, possibly preparing some sort of counter attack through some opening that Prydwyn couldn't have possibly noticed.  In that moment, taking the full glory of Mimung's visage, he felt worry.  Saber was a god of combat, of that there could be little doubt, but he was a god sealed within a mortal shell.  If that blade pierced his spiritual core, he would be defeated.  However, before that worry could finish registering in his brain, Saber spoke.

"Burst."

He felt an intense pull on his mana stores from his Servant that winded him.  Even for him, who had circuits that were far above average, both in quality and in quantity, the explosion that heralded Saber's divine speed was almost more than he could take without warning.  Luckily, even though he hadn't had time to brace himself for such mana expenditure, Saber was also pulling power from the very land.  That simple fact allowed him to stay on his feet.  When the feelings of sickness and fatigue passed, he felt his anger flare up.  [i]That idio-

No.

I'm the idiot.[/i]

He looked around, using the input from his own eyes.  Why was he even still here?  What support could he offer?  Saber's words rang in his head.  Being this inexperienced, this ineffectual... this was being a nuisance.  He would die trying to fight the war this way, trying to remain by his Servant's side on the frontline, when he was little more than an insect watching a force of nature clash with another.  His fists clenched and he sword under his breath.  He turned away from the clash of Servant behind him and activated his Reinforcement magic.  He leaped off of the squat building he was on and ran.  He took a safe and winding route, one that would throw off a human follower, but certainly [i]not[/i] a Servant.  He didn't believe that, not after what he'd witnessed today.  He made his way towards his residence in the Native District, one he'd paid a lot of money to hold in silence.  He pulled the hood of his ancestor's cloak over his head as he went.  He decided against bothering Saber with this information.

As if he could possibly hide from an existence such as the Emperor's.[/indent]