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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
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The field was quiet. Even before they arrived it was quiet. Peaceful. An idyllic sight amidst all the carnage of the world. The petals began to fall from the flowers, and caught on the breeze. Catching in the air and circling about like a halo before they dispersed. But there was nothing from Roland. Nor his master. No word on the battle that went on between them, their souls colliding. Striking with such a force that the foundation of who they were may as well cracked. 

It wasn't until they arrived that anything happened. All six of the Lyaeus did only one thing. They ruined the mood. 

Roland stood, that horse mask still resting on his head. He reached up, and pulled the mask back. Hiding his face from behind, and exposing only his face. There was no reply... Not yet at least as he flicked his wrist, and a pair of shades clicked loudly into an unfolded state. The glitter of light caught the lens, and if the monsters could die from presence alone, Roland was the coolest motherfucker in a hundred miles. With the shades resting on the bridge of his nose, the hero spoke. 

[color=00a99d]"You know... Here's my thought process. What you said sounds good. But then, I got stuck on that last bit. Meaningless deaths. Meaningless deaths. [i][b]Meaningless Deaths.[/b][/i]"[/color] Roland's foot tapped against the ground, as if each time he said those words there was something fundamentally wrong with how it came off. As if each time he said it, he became more and more disgusted with every syllable. [color=00a99d]"What gives you that right to judge the meaning of something you've never understood. It's simply disgusting. You see... Was my death meaningless? I had to think on that long and hard since I arrived in this war. When I dead, I didn't think so. But when I lost my arm, it sure felt like I was leading towards a meaningless end. But no. You see. Death is just a thing. It SUCKS! But you know what. I died for a reason. Olivier died for a reason. Everybody dies for a reason. It's not easy. People suffer. But get this... People are not stagnant. We change. This arm changes. I change. I adapt. I grow. And me? I'm 100% human. From my bones, to my heart, and beyond."[/color]

[color=00a99d]"So... After that thought, I had another."[/color] He turned, and as he did so he pulled on the horsemask. It fluttered through the air, landing uselessly on the floor. But then came a shock of realization. Roland had changed. The shades could do little to hide the blood red eyes, and his hair. Glorious blonde hair had turned white. White as could possibly be. Then, the mark on his cheek.

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[color=00a99d]"There are six of you! That means... I've got you scared. Because right now, I'm running at 5000%, and that number... IS ONLY RISING FROM HERE!"[/color]

Durandal was drawn in a moment as he sized each of them up, as if soaking in the moment. [color=00a99d]"Now, why don't you all do me a favor and tell me your weakness! That way I don't have to hack you all into little pieces to figure it out!"[/color]

His hand swished through the air, and the front line was attacked. Quills from the boar. Like daggers they struck at them, as if baiting out a defense. Or for them to scatter and try to get around him. But Roland didn't wait for that. No, he was a reckless hero he charged forth with full force. The air exploded, filling in the place where he had just been standing. If they blocked, that was perfect for Roland. His blade, Durandal, the blade of miracles came in a full arc. As if aiming to slice clean through the nearest two. That demon arm though, it wasn't an arm. 

Instead, it was like a chain. Lashing about, teeth forming as the head of this chain became the head of a boar. Teeth snapping like blades, as if seeking to devour the flesh of those who stood before the hero Roland. That arm, ready to feast not on magic, but curses, divinity, or whatever these creatures had to offer. 

[color=00a99d]"I am a hero of the people! And I will not tolerate the idea of meaningless deaths! Not from you! Not from a god!"[/color]

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_________________________________[i][b]Xerxes Kaveh - Master[/b][/i]_________________________________
[u][b]DDD Hotsprings[/b][/u][/center]

[color=fff79a]"Thank you for joining, Miss Matou."[/color] Xerxes said as Reiki joined him, and soon enough a few others did. It felt good to be honest, not just walking out alone. His familiars had already begun to spread out, checking the route ahead of them, but already they could spy on the group gathering. The creatures. He could tell these were the things Tesla had warned them all about. 

His familiars spread out, looking for the creatures, and steadily making their way towards the now revealed greater grail. It was important that if things were going south, that the greater grail's existence be secured at the very least. No doubt he expected some of these creatures to already be swarming. 

[color=fff79a]"Miss Matou, you and the other three families understand the grail best. It is important that you secure and protect it. When it properly materializes, you have to use a wish. Use that wish to help us fight this... Whatever it is. Do you understand?"[/color] Xerxes was thinking a hundred miles and hour, unsure what exactly should be done. He directed part of this to the Maid, so that the Einzbern master could be aware. Should she survive, her use in protecting the grail would be invaluable.

It was then that standing outside, he noticed them. The creatures and the things they were creating. [color=fff79a]"Berserker, get Tesla and get here immediately!"[/color] He shouted, already feeling their power come in. Shades snapped around his eyes, and he fought against the crushing insanity. He was Xerxes Kaveh. He had cheated death for over three hundred years. He was born in a cave and grew up to be an influential man. He possessed the ability to make men into slaves. He was, the coolest thing others could think about. Well, at least he thought he was cool.