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[sup][center]Northern Latin District, [s]Meeting[/s]Shooting Place in the Streets[/center][/sup]
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Saber would have liked to offer Cleo and Sir Noon beers as well, but now it was too late, and he feared they would all be shattered in the coming battle.

[quote][color=6ecff6]“Kill him.”[/color][/quote]
There was no need for him to acknowledge that order, or say something foolish like 'understood'. If he could not understand such a simple thing, then what kind of Servant would he be? Saber took up a bottle of his own, tucked the pack of the remaining six under his arm, and began to [b]run.[/b]

He had a rather long path ahead of him, not to mention he would have to jump over the Seine again. Beer in hand, the Paladin took a few gulps while keeping his eyes trained on Tristan before placing his thumb over the opening to ensure his drink wouldn't spill. He ran low to the ground, with Courtain pointed downward and forwards, the tip near the ground while the hilt lay in front of his face. His movement began while Ywain was still covering the retreat of the magi, and considering the stealthy and indirect approach his comrade chose he would likely fall behind by a fair bit- assuming neither of them faced a barrage of invisible projectiles or anything strange like that.

Ywain had been able to catch Tristan last night, and this Saber was a different sort of fighter from Ywain. He was not a "wall", but a more nimble sort of duellist, and his armour, for the most part, was a flexible padding compared to the plate that the Lion Knight and Knight of Lamentation wore. 

The Seine raced into his vision as he rocketed down the street. Would the red-haired bowman respond to his movements before he reached it? Saber's eyes were steely and focused. There were easier attacks in the world to predict than a volley of invisible arrows.

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