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

It seemed that these gatherings were proving as noisy as ever. Well, that suited Ywain just fine. No expression or sound left his helmet as he watched over the group.  

The presence of an enemy Servant was noted, but it would be easy to simply leave this place. If it was his fellow knight once more, then he could simply approach again. Mindless of the presence, Ywain simply moved alongside Noon in their pursuit of the thief, until-

A flash of killing intent spiked. An attack was coming. 

Certainly, in this case, Ywain could not defend by attacking. Well, if that was so, he’d simply have to defend by defending. This time, the trajectory of the arrows was almost impossible to predict, so he simply had to assume they could come from anywhere. And since he had little to fear-

Ywain grabbed Noon and pushed him to the floor, covering him with his body, becoming his shield. His movements were modulated, without approaching his full strength or speed. Perhaps Noon would receive a bruise or two, but given the distance the attack had to travel, he would certainly be protected in time.

The volley of attacks hit against the protection of Ywain’s ring, and it wavered, damaged. The faint notes carried in on the wind. 

How tremendously disappointing.

Ywain scooped up Noon, cradling him while leaving as few points of vulnerability as possible, and dashed into a nearby alleyway, putting as many barriers between his Master and Tristan as possible. The other Master was safe for now, it seemed. Only his own had been targeted. 

It seemed he had come to finish the fight. A shame - it would have been nice to compete with his fellow knight for the grail itself, at the end of the war. Perhaps it was Tristan’s own idea, to seek out such unnecessary tragedy. Or perhaps it was his fate, a whim of his Master. Either way, it seemed they would end this now.

[@Danchou] [@KoL]