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[h1][u][b] Latin District - Where Blades Meet[/b][/u][/h1]

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Noon stepped forth with his servant and raised a hand.

[color=f26522]“Saber. If others have summoned the knights with the belief that they will stand as supreme, that they hold the right and position of victors. Then it is time for us to crush that belief. After all that is already us, right?”[/color]

Ywain.

The name vibrated through his body and mind as he returned his blade to his sheath. The massive weapon was replaced by a fine well-balanced spear. A martial weapon meant for war, yet with a crossguard that reminded one of a spear fit for hunting the large and wild boars of the forests.

Yes, Ywain would do.

[color=f26522]'My name is Noon Triswich, Knight and blade of my lord. I stand as the one who shall win the Holy Grail and territory of France with my servant, Ywain.” [/color]His words addressed the other knight, his words addressed the city, his words addressed himself.

[color=82ca9d][sub]Will you be able to live up to that promise?[/sub][/color]

Without doubt he confidently declared the true name of Saber, standing by him and concreting the image of power they held. He was not a magus who used the vague hidden gleam of a shining star forced to remain anonymous and cover up his famed deeds. With him stood Ywain, the Lion of Camelot. 

Ah, his lord would likely yell at him for this later.

[color=f26522]“Ywain. My head has cleared. We have already made plenty of favorable progress. But this is a war and we will have to fight others. Show me that the most peerless blade descended upon my Round Table.”[/color]

His stern commanding gaze gave way to a smile. [color=f26522]“Heh, it’s a bit unreasonable to ask you to fight your friend as your first enemy when we had other options isn’t it? But I want to see Ywain, I want to see you shine brighter than the other knights so there will be no room for doubt.”[/color]

By drawing you I pulled the strongest card.

He turned his attention to the other Knight. “ Your words I accept, and agree with. Even if you had come to ask for an alliance I’m afraid that I would have asked Ywain to fight you anyway.”

Perhaps it is childish a small voice asked inside him before he snuffed it away.

“I do not mean to speak ill of your master but we will stand above her, and above you. As for fair… I have no intention of sitting idly when my servant fights. If your master does not appear to fight then I will support Ywain as his master and as a magus. Do not hold me any ill will for that, for is that not a proper duel? A servant is the weapon of his master, just as I am a weapon for my lord. The true battle and true sum is that of master and master, servant and servant. Should you wish to keep your lord safe then you will have to make do with that advantage.”

He shook his head as he said the word advantage.

For in his eyes it would mean that the odds were stacked in their favor.

[color=f26522]“I had in truth planned to tell the two of you once we went somewhere more secluded, but I believe that the correct path is this.”[/color]

He cast his eyes back to the other knight as he began to chant for a spell. A curse, a distortion weaved of fire. Not one to strike, but one to obscure and make difficult and vague the form of Ywain. The first simple addition and boon to add to him through the arts of a druid. Hiding in the sun, in the light. What should illuminate instead obscured. What should show instead blinded. The dichotomy of fire and light.

It wouldn't stop a Knight of the Round, but in a battle between servants every difference would surely count.

"Go, Ywain!"