[center][h1][color=crimson][i][b]Sophia (von Einzbern) Tohsaka[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center] [center][i]Main Room, Einzbern Compound, Einzbern Forest, Miyama Southwest[/i][/center] [hr] [color=crimson]"By the power of my command seal, my servant Rider, i command you to become overwhelmingly faster than your current opponent in this battle this very instant without fail!"[/color] A voice, trembling with trepidation and fear. A human voice, a genuine though the body was not so human. But the voice, the will, all of it seeped with one intent- [center][color=crimson][h1][b][i][u]WIN[/u][/i][/b][/h1][/color][/center] -that being to surpass his foe with raw speed, speed that when giving the command she picture in her mind and intent as overwhelming even that Achaean hero Achilles. Speed she imagined and determined to be faster than anything, even another command seal. To end that enemy as swiftly as possible. The speed different was immense, she knew this, and though an attack might be able to do something it was all in vain if her servant could not keep up. It was command spoken by a master, a mistress fearing for her servant's life in this situation. This man, this monster of a man was something that had surpassed the most legendary knights of myth. Who had defeated many a foe of great status. She could sense the power, that [b]abomination[/b] of a skill that could seize all she had in a moment's notice. Master's Clairvoyance was terrifying in this sense, to see that much power in that sort of a vessel. Had this.....thing been summoned on staging grounds she felt they would have already been dead. But if her servant died, the Grail was lost.....to her and her new husband. And maybe their lives next. Maybe the Grail. She.....she didn't want to die! She wanted to live! LIVE!!! The previous day had been incredible, after that contract had been signed by the man who was now her husband. Ah. For the first time in a long time it had been....comforting to be in another's arm in bed. To feel that warmth, the pleasure having been more than worth the wait for her to boot. Thoughts had drifted into her mind, some new and some that hadn't been in the forefront before. A family, and no longer being "just a doll". Children, new life. The pleasures of life that would await in the years to come. She....she didn't want to lose this, to lose the ideas coming into her head, to feel that warm embrace each night from now on.....to eat, to drink, to feel the pleasures of the world and flesh. She wanted to breathe the fresh air, to walk on solid ground, to live to the best extent possible and find a way to live beyond those pre-programmed lifespan years! Already a maid was by her side trying to console her in its usual pre-programmed manner, others flitting about preparing defenses and securing the place overall, some ready to evacuate equipment or supplies as needed. It was simple for the maids, but notable sweat ran across Sophia's brow as she sat in her chair as the situation hit her very hard. Too hard. The only thing clothing her person was a nightgown, something like a bathrobe or such really that hung short to about halfway down her thighs at most. Her hair had barely been brushed by now before she had sat down to await her husband in the main room. The battle had at first distracted her, drawn her attention, then sent the fear of god into her veins. Death. Death was here and her servant was fighting to stave it off. He had to stave it off. He HAD to WIN THIS. Not unless her husband's servant was near enough to keep this place safe, but at the moment she had no idea. Her mind was a flurry of thoughts and strong emotions. She had sent out her command via command seal as early as she could, as quick as she could respond in this situation. By Justeaze, by the Tohsaka name she had taken on, by all she held dear she hoped she was not too late as well in doing this. [@Cu Chulainn][@Kyoka] [hr] [center][h1][color=lightblue] Saber: Sigurd, the Dragon Slayer[/color][/h1][/center] [center][i]Speaking Words Of Truth, Hanging With Wifey, Aid Site Close to Trainwreck[/i][/center] [hr] [color=lightblue]"....Because i am one whom is become a hero, and your husband,"[/color] Sigurd said in response to Gudrun's question, before flashing her a brief smile and looking back up at the sky once more. A hero. One who saves, one who preserves, one whom people idolize and look up to and strive towards, one who seeks to bring salvation regardless of the odds....regardless of the fate he is told of by the gods. He would save them whether they wanted it or not, whether the others like it or not. Such was his nature, the man who had married Brynhildr and given her joy despite the cruel fate pronounced upon them. The man who had sought to be the best husband for his wife in life even though she never asked him too. The man who had slain the great dragon to protect the world, who had slain his foster-father to prevent his own death, and had moved forward without any hesitation. Without a smile....save to those few closest to him, and the one he had fallen in love with. For their sake he bore their burdens, he healed them, he fought them, he slew them, he did anything he could to make things better. Were this city to be wiped off the map, were all of this to fail and the Grail still not be won, he would have failed as a hero. His pride would have been thrown upon the rocks on the cliff-side sea shore and bashed to pieces of his own volition. So it was natural, utterly so, that this man, Sigurd, would stick to what he was currently doing. [@Phonic]