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[centre][h2]Hector[/h2][/centre]
[centre][h3]A Quick End, Core District, Eiffel Tower.[/h3][/centre]
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For a duel between servants Hector certainly seemed off.  Too relaxed for what might be expected.  Although this encounter was more like a play fight to begin with.  He was willing to let his opponent take their time, of course rushing right up to them and applying pressure through sheer force of speed and power could also be an option.  But perhaps that is for another time, for another opponent.  Yet still the ground beneath him felt a little more pressure on it from Hector, ready to move in a burst of movement.  Well that was until he noticed something...

[i][b]Who is that...?[/b][/i] A sense of foreboding washed over Hector although he did not show it on his face.

[b][i]I have a bad feeling about this...[/i][/b] 

It was a familiar feeling, one that he had experienced multiple times throughout his life.  Or was it just at that moment?  Either way the source of this ominous pressure was sure to be from [i]her[/i].  He was reliving that moment in his head...  It had cost him the duel...  If it was not for her then perhaps he could have been victorious.  Perhaps he could have saved Troy yet.  He looked for the source of that pressure.  But...

[b]"Nggggggnh."[/b] A grunt from the distracted servant!  [b][i]What kind of a fool am I![/i][/b] Hector admonished his own actions as the strange armament managed to nudge his sword ever so slightly.  Yet he still managed to block the projectile that was hidden after it.

[b][i]Just what kind of soldier am I?![/i][/b]  While disappointed with himself, on the surface Hector was still as calm as ever.  Carefree as he gently dabbed his own forehead with his index and middle fingers.  

[b]"Nyehehe"  Well that toy of yours certainly is something but I am afraid something like that won't work again son!"[/b] Now displaying a daring grin he exploded in movement in response to the charge.  He was moving to the side and forward, making full use of his agility.

Although he was paying attention to he man atop the horse that was not his target in this engagement.  He would cut the legs right out from under it's rider!  And well a trick of his own shouldn't be too bad!

[b]"Sorry about this son but going forward you should leave your animal friends at home!"[/b] The length of Durandina extended in his hands.  Now as a spear he would slice at the legs of his opponents mount while keeping himself out of the reach of it's riders attack.

If the attack was successful he planned to continue moving forward and [i]"disengage"[/i] from the encounter.