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[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Latin District -- Engaging in Combat[hr][/center]"It's a truly sad thing that we will eventually have to battle one another. However, until then, I wish you the best of luck, miladies," Tristan said as the Master of, the now confirmed, Caster made her way out as soon as Ywain's Master declared his intentions of dueling here and now.

"Very well then, Sir Triswich, Master of my old friend Ywain. I wouldn't have it under any other terms. I, Tristan, the Knight of Lamentation, accept your challenge. As for my Master, I believe you'll find out soon enough that her soul may be a kind one, but her will is as unbreakable as the walls of our beloved Camelot. Now come, let us be off," Tristan said, declaring his identity and title in return to Noon's honorable challenge. It would be a stain to his name as a Knight of the Round Table if he didn't at least do this much.

Before he moved he threw a glance at the other knight that observed them as if to confirm whether or not he had any intentions of interfering in this duel.

With that done, Tristan vanished from their sight, he hadn't turned into his spirit form but rather simply retreated with all the speed that was allowed for Servants. This simple act making it instantly known the gulf that existed between the capacities of a Master and their Servant.

When Tristan came into their field of view again he was atop the chimney of an old residence, at least a hundred meters away from his former position. Failnaught was already in his hands, its beautiful shape gleaming under the moonlight in a nostalgic way. He slid his fingers along them, producing a clear melody that resounded through the still night, and unleashing a number of "shots" aimed right at Ywain's calves, thighs, and finally, his neck.

Whether his attacks found purchase or not, Tristan would continue his retreat. The life of a bowman caught in the range of his opponent's blade was as good forfeit after all. Vanishing inside an alley closer to where Yazhu waited for him, Tristan's melody would be heard once again, this time, turning any windowsills, fire exits, back doors or any other anchor points in the narrow passage into deadly traps. Anyone who steps into them while unaware of his tactics would have a great chance of being dispatched of before even realizing what happened. The redheaded knight didn't have any hopes that this known trick of his would have any effect against Ywain, but at least it would buy him a few seconds if his fellow knight wished to ensure that his own Master wouldn't fall prey to it.

And, with any time it bought Tristan would continue to retreat, seeking to rejoin his Master, while also taking the chance to inform her of their current circumstances. [i]"Master, please hold your position for a moment more. I'll be rejoining you right away. It seems that we have found our first duel, so be on guard against the enemy until I arrive,"[/i] he said wordlessly through their telepathic link.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Retreating towards Yazhu[/center][hr]
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