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[hr][h2][color=red]Saber of Decimation[/color][/h2][h3]Latin District
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[@GreenGoat][@Indra][@Seirei no Hai]
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"[color=red]Very well, Master...[/color]"

Given the command to engage in any matter he saw fit, Saber quickly moved forward as he began to explore more of the Latin District. The architecture of this place was something he admired, reminding him of an age that had long since passed. At one point, he paraded streets like these as king while the citizens, his royal subjects, sung praises for his many victories. At the same time, it reminded the once great king of how hollow those victories were, and how he, filled with those bittersweet memories, only marched alone during the times of his twilight years.

Such was the life of a great hero.

A sudden emitting of great magical energy had broken Saber out of his nostalgic ruminations. Quickly rushing to the location, he found himself in the middle of a rather empty amphitheater. It was quite strange, seeing as it was empty and all. Saber's eyes searched the arena, looking for whatever the cause of alarm was, until his eyes settle upon a small cottage. As the Servant made his way to the entrance, the sound of fighting had increased. Of course, it was also clear to Saber that another Servant happened to be on the other side of the door, with something else, something [i]familiar[/i] in close vicinity...

Making his sudden entrance, Saber quickly started to discern what was going on. There were three figures before him: the one who was obviously a Servant was making some sort of attempt to calm one of the two mortals down, namely the one that was wrapped by some sort of snake, likely a construct or familiar of the Servant. Judging by this particular Servant's words and mannerisms, it was likely that Saber had stumbled upon a Caster or Rider Servant of [i]that[/i] variety. Unfortunate, but at least it further narrows down who his opponent may be. In any case, between the Servant attempting to pacify a third-rate magus with a Phantasmal Beast and the bruised young woman who appeared to be the Master standing in the sidelines, it was starting to be clear to Saber that his first opponent doesn't happen to be the strongest.

"[color=red]Garbage...[/color]"

As he spoke up, Saber materialized almost instantly, a hideous blade in his hands. It looked more like a giant cleaver than a sword, fit for someone clearly larger than a normal man. With a single jerk of his arms, he quickly decapitated the man wrapped in the snake's grasp. Shifting giant's blade, [i]Nagelring[/i], in his hand and pointing it towards Moses, Saber slowly moved himself into a battle stance, anticipating the Caster's first attack in cold silence. A smoldering fury built up within the Demon Prince's very being, a sort of anger that stems from annoyance. It was the same feeling that one would feel after slapping a mosquito that happened to land on one's arm, or finding out someone had left the toilet seat down. Saber had hoped that his opponent was much stronger than his first impression had let out, or if that snake of his was much more impressive than it seemed to be... but he can't help but be annoyed at the spectacle he stumbled into.

[color=red][i]I found an enemy Servant along with his Master. Likely a Hebrew Caster, but we shouldn't rule out that he could also be a Rider. Either way, they're both weak. I'm at the Arènes de Lutèce. Shall I crush them now, or would you rather I wait for your arrival?[/i][/color]