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[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Latin District -- Overlooking the other Servants and Masters' gathering[hr][/center]
The redheaded Archer stood silently at the edge of the roof, observing the others. The night's breeze gently ruffled his hair and cloak giving him a truly otherworldly appearance, matching the melancholy aura that seeped from every fiber in his being.

It wasn't until he was spoken to by one of them that he stepped out of the dimly lit shadows, making his presence fully known to all of them.

"Apologies for my unbecoming behavior," Tristan said, his voice carrying a genuine tone of longing that would probably be enough to make a common man shed tears without knowing why. "However, given the sad nature of this conflict we find ourselves into, I suppose it's the natural thing to do. Right, old friend of mine? It makes me glad to see that another of my King's Knights also found a Master befitting their station," the Knight of Lamentation added, directing his words to Ywain.
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[center][hr][h3]Madhisi[/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Canal District -- Exiting the Stage[hr][/center]
"Ghh!" Madhisi couldn't help but fall down to her knees and cough far more blood than anyone was allowed to without some serious side effects as soon as she attempted to force herself to go an extra mile and duel Lancer's Master on her own. However, even this simple relief would be negated of her by another assault coming from an unknown place, unleashed by an unknown assailant. And, even if both of these variables weren't unknown, in her state, as she felt the life slip away from between her fingers without being able to accomplish even the simplest task, Madhisi wouldn't be able to process or understand it either. Any information coming through her barely functioning eyes and almost deaf ears were lost in the mire that was her mind at this moment.

Even so, so matter how long she waited for, the relief of death would never come to her. Had she been captured? Did her opponents want to torture and make her suffer like... like...

But no. The truth is that... she had been saved? But, by who?

"Ber... serker? Why?"

Why did she do that? They barely met one another, and the one connection between them was that of rage, grief, and a burning desire to destroy what ruined their lives. So then, why did a being deprived of all sanity, whose only purpose was to be a tool of destruction, came to her help in a time of need?

Perhaps, she would never know the answer to these questions, but it wasn't like she could even think about them now anyway. Not when her consciousness drifted back and forth, muscles, bones, and even her nerves burned from the exertion she put herself through. And, despite all of that it was only cold sweat that drenched her form.

Who even knows what would happen when she woke up? Or even if she would wake up again at all? The only thing certain is that the dreams she would, her own nightmares, as well as the deepest thoughts in the mind of her maddened knight,  would keep on haunting her for a long time to come...
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