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

[center][i](Lost) Badass Shades, DDD Hotsprings, Foreigner's Lowlands[/i][/center]

His cool glasses were....gone. It almost felt like a part of him he didn't know was lost, like some long forgotten article of clothing he'd worn in some other universe....or perhaps he was just imagining things. Regardless, the shades were gone from all of them, but so was the madness that had been used as well. Regardless, the others seemed to be stopping or slaying their foes as well, but even so Sigurd continued to maintain the "Clairvoyance" as well as continuously keep using his Monstrous Strength skill. He began to run at speed, to follow Gilles even as the other servant brought out maddening sorts of things at his disposal. 

Because if he could get "there", to the epicenter of this, then perhaps he could do something about it all. Perhaps he could do what was necessary to save the world along with the others here. It was worth a shot, to end this as fast as possible, to do something, anything, and as he kept his eyes on the future he would be able to keep up with what was going on in general as well. Because it was there, lingering just beyond the horizon, that thing which allowed humans to weather all the storms thrown at them: 

Hope. 

[@GreenGoat]