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[hr][h2][color=red]Saber of Decimation[/color][/h2][h3]Latin District
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNv-tH0Vmik]oh hi johnny i didnt know it was you[/url], Arènes de Lutèce[/h3][hr]
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"[color=red]... I'm starting to get sick of Bible verses.[/color]"

Almost instantaneously, Saber had appeared, materializing at the entrance of the amphitheater and in the way of the canine congregation. He held [i]Nagelring[/i] in his hands tightly, imposing the giant blade in front of the entrance like some sort of makeshift gate. Red eyes glared at the hound-headed men, glowing more with curiosity than complete menace. To face another Servant immediately after killing one seemed like a hassle to Saber, but in this case, this group of figures didn't carry the same presence that a true Servant did. Their dog-shaped heads reminded Saber of the unruly Wild-Men he had to eliminate on his path to rulership, but these hooded figures did not carry the same crazed nature; they seemed more refined, if anything. Saber deduced that these men could either be a strange set of familiars, or magi altered to be monstrous in some way.

"[color=red]Dogs are supposed to bark, not preach.[/color]" The Demon Prince stated, his eyes locked onto the sole familiar who chose to spoke for the gathering. The grip on his blade tightened, making sure to watch their every move in case they attempt an attack. Saber had no intention to kill another Servant tonight, but these seemed like little more than lowly minions, chaff meant to be cut down. The thought of dealing with another Caster made Saber feel a bit annoyed, but at the same time, it could mean they could utilize the fallen leyline properly.

"[color=red]This leyline belongs to my Master. State the business of yours."[/color]"