[center][h1][color=8A2BE2][b]Autolycus[/b][/color][/h1]

[h3]Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground[/h3][/center]

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Oh? Someone who recognized his name? Based on the catalyst that had been used, and who he'd tried to call, made sense if he knew that bit of legend from the annals of Pankration's long history. [s]Or maybe because he'd carved his name on the outside of Herc's 'tomb' after the big guy had passed on. Didn't matter either way.[/s] Assassin continued to grin, however, as his own body took on a basic Pankration fighting stance...doing so as easy and natural as breathing was to a normal living thing. He could see the body of his master, well actually 'modified' body of his master, and it wasn't hard for him to gauge the man's capabilities and inspiration for certain parts. In particular it stood out like the armor of "that guy's kid" who'd been at Troy with one of his grandsons. 

[color=8A2BE2]"So ya wanna have a spar, eh? Copyin' the armor of one-na' Chiron's boys too. But i'll give ya a few seconds, to see how ya fare, then we gotta get started on this cup stuff. 

I gotta warn ya though, i'm just an old man~"[/color]

One could not perhaps tell if Assassin was being serious, or not, at this point in time. His stance remained flexible, but taught, strong, yet adaptable. As one who had trained in Pankration for so long, Isidore could perhaps tell this man was no joke in terms of skill. Not even if he was perhaps jesting with him, which was always a possibility. This was a heroic spirit, a legend who had spawned and trained other legends, a man whose skills hadn't been seen in the world for quite a long time. 

[color=8A2BE2]"Heh, you should've seen Herc back in the day. Handed his ass to him at first, because when it comes down to it-"[/color]

Autolycus seemed to relax his stance more, as if stopping for a second, before out of a blue he threw a sudden punch with his left hand. It surpassed human speeds, breaking into the realm of servant with a frightening ease, but was also a very direct and basic kind of move. Something a beginner might attempt to use to start a fight, even, though the raw speed of it would be something to take into accounting for the cyborg. Was he being serious, though, or was he playing around with this first move? His face was hard to read as it was, at least. 

[@Cu Chulainn]

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[center][h1][color=00CED1][b]Charlotte[/b][/color][/h1]

[h3]High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Penthouse Suite, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel[/h3][/center]

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...This was indeed Roland, but more than she had ever bargained for with Roland as well. She could tell it with her eyes alone, those parameters, those abilities...and his class. Berserker. The class of the insane, gaining power through their madness when summoned like this. It was far from the knightly Saber she had wanted to summon for herself, though it was also a unique situation that wasn't un-salvageable either. Actually, it rather worked in her favor in a certain regard. 

He saw her as his dear Angelica, the love who had cast him off to marry a shepherd. Oh so cruel...albeit understandable perhaps from the looks of Roland in this state. She could perhaps say the very word, and he would slay any "Rinaldo" or "Saracen" she pointed him at. Of course there were command seals in case things went south, but her base had been initially prepared so far at least. 

[color=00CED1]"Yes, my love, you shall scatter his bones and those of the Saracens to the four winds...but for tonight, shall we take a walk outside? The weather seems so lovely, though to exist this building i will need you to go into spiritual form so we may avoid unwanted eyes..."[/color]

A lovely moonlit walk would be nice, yes? She had to scout out the competition, and already she could feel the thrum of Paris' spiritual land in her very magic circuits. This land would be hers, her castle, her kingdom that would be ruled under fist. It would be good...leverage as well for her personally. She'd sent letter to the current Second Owner on her plans should she win, but the details didn't need to be mentioned at this point in time. There was a long ways to go, after all~

Besides, testing the waters of things this early would be most interesting. 

[@Reflection]