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

It seemed that Tristan was giving the group an opening. How strange. To open with such a cowardly attack, but not immediately follow through. Was this a test of some kind? Ywain did not understand the intent behind these actions. But a challenge was a challenge, regardless.

He snatched up the offered beer with a nod, grateful to his fellow-knight. It seemed that man was the considerate type.

Not letting his guard down for a second, he ushered the two Masters back to the nearby Bounded Field that Cleo had emerged from earlier. Taking a secluded route through back alleys slowed it somewhat, but protecting the pair would be easily possible even if Tristan attempted to renew his assault.  

Once they reached the relative safety of the Bounded Field, he set his master down, looking briefly over him like a concerned parent. “You aren’t hurt?” He asked, his tone on the edge of worry. Noon was strong, and Ywain was confident in his own ability, but the question still needed to be asked. 

Ywain’s armour shifted. Was this a fight for the knight of the lion, or a knight of Camelot? Was this fight personal, or in the name of justice? He was unsure, but either way, he would rather have his helmet removed for this.

He tapped the bottle against a wall nearby, smashing the top, and drank the entire bottle in three quick gulps. “Not bad,” he muttered. 

Ywain twisted his ring, and his presence blurred. He was no Assassin, but any obfuscation to his presence would help in his approach towards Tristan. He gave one look towards the other Master before beginning to move. This time, it was not a direct assault, not a quick and direct attack, but a more cautious approach. Moving in the streets and alleyways, careful to avoid Tristan’s line of sight, it would take some time before he caught up.

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