[h1][center][b][color=f9da5e]Hero of Patience[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[sup][center]Latin District, by the River Seine[/center][/sup]
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Saber had already become accustomed to this warrior's swiftness. He had no misconceptions about the rate at which he could react. His own ability to adapt was high, however. In all his life, he had not once been left stunned by an opponent's abilities, and the same held true in his undeath as a Servant. The instant Rider began to lift himself from the ground, Saber understood what was happening and removed the "commitment" from his swing. Since it would fail to connect, there was no need to follow through.

Perhaps the hand-to-hand talent from his [b]Bravery[/b] played a part, but in any case the kick his foe launched was something Saber was capable of foreseeing and responding to. As Rider extended his leg, it would meet empty air, with its target having lowered his stance and moved scarcely two feet back. The extended limb passed in front of Saber's face like a bullet train, scattering the air enough to perhaps disturb Rider's Master as she stood at the edge of the battle. Even before that leg was halfway extended, though, Saber brought down his red-iron blade with one hand in an effort to slice through the thigh.

If Rider continued as planned after this attack and vaulted over Saber's head, the paladin would leap into the air without hesitation. Launching oneself with a pole required the pole to be extended for a moment away from them. In battle, a wide swing that struck nothing created the opening for a counterattack. That being the case, Saber would deliver a triad of quick thrusts to his enemy's chest, belly, and right shoulder while the longer weapon was stuck in its follow-through. He would move backwards at the same rate as Rider tried to get behind him, as if to say [i]do you really want to expose yourself by flying past me?[/i]

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