[@1Charak2] [@SSW] [@Sunglass]

[h1][u][b]Latin District, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keCvqI7jNkI&]An interruption to sight-seeing[/url] [/b][/u][/h1]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/q7oRdw7.png[/img]

The search didn’t take long at all, all things considered.

Not that it was likely that his quarry was trying to hide. But when they got there... should they talk or should they fight?... He made up his mind.

Making their way through the city, circuits prepared, he walked in the night lights detectable to another magus. Well, not that it wouldn’t be hard to find him just as they noticed them due to the command seals.

[color=6ecff6]“That’s definitely them, that magical energy is not of normal people.”[/color]

The voice of Elaine came, even if the girl seemed to part ways from them as they approached. The small girl slinked away, hard for any to see, through magic or through keen eyes. Even saber would note some difficulty being aware of her presence without focusing on her. A special talent it seemed.

[color=f26522]“Got it.” [/color]Noon turned towards his servant. [color=f26522]“Saber,”[/color] he called out in his mind. [color=f26522]“I will trust your judgement. However let us not utilize any of our trump cards if required. This is our baptism. I do not know what to expect in a battle of the Grail War. I can only hope that I can get used to it, and the battles between servants with this fight.”[/color]

The two moved to bar the path of the other pair.

They looked cheerful, happy. Like the three did moments ago before they realized the presence of another master and servant. Did they not care of the war that they found themselves in? Was some joy so above the danger that they accepted and found themselves in? Or were they just that secure in their own power that this was a stroll of leisure that accepted no notion that they could be threatened?

It didn’t matter.

[color=f26522]“All for my lord.” [/color]he whispered to himself before coming to a stop. 
		
[color=f26522]“Whether you are friend or foe you are the first other competitor I will meet in this war. Or perhaps I’ve spoken a mistake? We are all enemies, aren’t we? This is a battle with one victor.”[/color]

He held no hatred or aggression in his words. This was simply a task to carry out dutifully.

[color=ed1c24]“Noon Triswich. I command you, defeat your enemies and claim the position of victor for the Holy Grail War.”[/color]

The words of another filled his ears, words that could not be heard by any of the others at the scene. It was not that he held a earpiece on him, or held some sort of mystic code that would allow him to pick up the speech of someone else not present.

Then what was it?

In response to the command his world shrinked.

His mind focused, his body shifted, transforming in how he held himself. Shifting gears, giving birth to the existence of a task.

[sub][color=6ecff6][i]“Wake up, Noon”[/i] [/color][/sub] He heard a soft, gentle whisper.

He opened his eyes [sub][i]he did not take his gaze off of the two for even a moment[/i][/sub]

Sight layered upon each other.

His head throbbed. In the place of his eyes he opened a new set. Eyes that weren’t his opened, seeing and filling his brain with new information.

This was within the acceptable parameters. 

Information that would overwhelm a normal human and was notable even for a magus was made into something that could be processed.

He saw.

[color=f26522]“Gawain.”[/color]

From the rectangular “sheath” of metal came a massive sword, beautiful and unblemished as it was pulled free from its comerades. Chalky white steel and silver was kissed by the embellishments of golden flowers, and a pattern of an oak tree that held not leaves but sun symbolizing weaves collecting around rubies that radiated a warmth-like aura. He took it in hand with a well-oiled motion going beyond just practiced. It was so smooth it was as if he was a machine made just for that one grab.

He could not feel the weight of the metal for he only felt the weight of the promise. Ah, how heavy this sword is, how heavy the duty that fills its every stroke.

He lifted it lightly. He was one who was born to withstand that weight.

"Let us fight."