[h3][centre]Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight[/centre][/h3]

Ywain’s heart filled with pride at Noon’s words. There could be no doubt that this partnership was ideal. That man, who shone like the sun-

Was this his desire? It could only be fate that had lead him to his summoning here.

“Yes. This path is certainly the correct one.”

Tristan began his attack.

The second Tristan moved back, Ywain moved to follow. Sword in hand, he’d been ready to move at a moment’s notice from the beginning. Allowing an Archer to gain the advantage in range was suicide, particularly one as skilled as his fellow knight. Certainly, Tristan was faster, but Ywain was hardly slow. Charging forward while his opponent attacked, Ywain did not slow down for a moment. 

Attempting to dodge would be worthless against someone like Tristan, so Ywain didn’t even try. Keeping his shield up, he swung his sword in an attempt to match an destroy the force of the projectiles. Those that were aimed lowest, that his sword did not reach, would be dashed against the protective shell Ywain’s ring offered, shattering it until it could be recharged.

Continuing to bear down on Tristan, Ywain did not stop. If his fellow knight had thought he would slow to communicate a proper warning to his Master, he was mistaken. Ywain chose to trust Noon, sending only a single word along their link; “[i]Trap[/i].”

Ywain lept forward with a single, powerful sword stroke as his opponent retreated, discarding any defensive stance to land a blow on his fellow knight.

[@Danchou] [@KoL] [@ManyThings] [@1Charak2]

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[h3][centre]~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Core District[/centre][/h3]

The group simply stood by and watched the fight. There didn’t seem to be a Master nearby, at least not one that any of them could notice. It was unfortunate, but the group hardly needed familiarising with each others’ combat styles. Focusing on watching their Servant in action, getting to understand their abilities and strength, was probably the most efficient use of their time. 

The fight was a dizzying thing to watch, passing quickly enough that it could hardly be perceived. As Theta watched through his link with the Servant, each of the homunculi watched in their own way. Ceres watched impassively while Venus’ eyes flicked between the fight and the group’s reaction. 

Diana plucked at her bow. “[color=blue]Huh. Don’t think I could even touch them.[/color]” 

Meanwhile, Minerva stared, not at the fight itself, but at their Servant’s opponent. “[color=yellow]I don’t know why, but for some reason I really-[/color]

[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/bb/1d/6ebb1d7da1a47b78331940634b3a97fa.png[/img]
[centre][color=yellow]-HATE-[/color][/centre]

[color=yellow]-that man.[/color]” Her eyes flashed. Even though it was just an imitation, the enemy Servant would surely feel an ominous sense of dread that those eyes were locked upon him in anger once more.

[@Froppy] [@Sunglass]