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[sup][i]Latin District - Northern Sector, Alleyway[/i][/sup]
[center][h1]Yazhu Hua[/h1][/center]
[sub][center]Mentions: Tristan ([@KoL]), Ywain ([@SSW]), Noon ([@Danchou])[/center][/sub]
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So, she had been found. Granted, against a magus one couldn't expect much out of mundane hiding, yet it was worth a try. A dry chuckle came from the woman, who was aware of her misfortune, and she descended from the ladder. [color=a187be]"That's correct, master of Saber"[/color] came her reply once she set her feet on the ground. She immediately got on a defensive stance, gauging her opponent by the weapon he wielded. 

That was quite the introduction, though. Resolute, filled with determination. A greeting. A statement. A claim. A challenge. It wasn't his name only, it was the entirety of his being laid bare. It was who he was.

Who was she? Yazhu had wondered why she was here, why she was placed in this massacre. She didn't expect her first duel to clear her mind from any and all doubts simply to greet him in the same manner. Because he was here because someone else. And, in the end, so was she.

How fitting. How ironic. How poetic.

[color=a187be]"Hua family representative: Yazhu. In the name of those that doomed themselves, I've come to seize Paris and the Grail".[/color] The former bodyguard smiled and stood in a defensive stance as she introduced herself. Her breathing was calm and steady. Her posture firm and resolute. Not a single doubt clouded her mind. Her eyes were set on the man before him, and on nothing else. 

She stood where she was and waited for him to attack. No more words were said from her. None were needed. Both of them knew it. Both of them knew that only one would walk out of this alley, as this was not only a fight between Masters. It was a duel of prides. A clash of convictions. Neither of them would surrender nor give quarter. In the end, only the most resolute will live to see the second day of the Holy Grail War.

It was almost romantic. But all it was was a tragedy.