[h2][center]Cleo Forsberg[/center][/h2] [h3][center]Foreign District - Introduce your friend, Saber[/center][/h3] It was quite a thing to see one’s Servant be manhandled so easily. The way in which this Berserker flung Saber into the air, with a casual movement of one arm, was as terrifying as it was unexpected; this was not someone that they should make their enemy. Luckily it appeared that Saber had a prior connection to this Servant, a relationship forged while they were still alive; the name Saber had called out, coupled with their familiarity was enough for Cleo to learn Berserker’s identity, to remember portions of the stories she had read about the Paladins when researching her likely Servant. Ogier’s arrival had distracted the Berserker for the moment, Roland more caught up in the happy reunion than he was in his bizarre quest to kidnap Noon’s familiar. Perhaps they could end this peacefully and with another ally on their side, albeit an unpredictable one. [quote=@Reflection] [color=00a99d]"NOW YOU CAN HELP ME KILL THIS SARACEN AND CLAIM A PRIZE FOR MY LOVE!"[/color] [/quote] Or perhaps things would not be that simple. [color=6ecff6][i]“Saber, can you try and talk some sense into him? No… never mind, forget I asked. Divert his attention at least, keep him from killing Ywain.”[/i][/color] Cleo spoke through her connection to Saber rather than call out during this delicate moment. The last thing she wanted was Roland’s attention on herself, when Ogier was keeping him distracted and non-violent for the moment. [@Danchou][@SSW][@ManyThings] ---- [h2][center]Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba[/center][/h2] [h3][center]Latin District - I want my spear back[/center][/h3] A minute? Lancer was supposed to hold out against this beast for a whole minute? He’d pushed back against the Berserker, not managing to land a hit but at least putting her on the defensive for the moment. He was slower than he should have been, his attacks lacking their usual snap or punch as the knight managed to block or dodge or parry them. His injuries made him sloppy, his arms felt liable to fly off with each swing of his spear and his legs ready to buckle under his own weight. His White Jade was doing its best to keep him together, this brief reprieve as Berserker was unable to attack him giving the item enough time to close his cuts and begin healing the minor fractures in his battered bones. And then, all at once, he felt a rush of energy flow through his body from the ground beneath his feet. His Master’s healing had reached him, strength returning to his limbs and pain fading as his spear suddenly began to move faster and with more precision. It wasn’t enough to turn the fight around in his favour, but it might be enough to buy his Master the time he needed. Berserker roared and slammed her sword into the ground, the edge of it catching his spear behind the head and dragging it down with it, pinning the Aram spear to the ground beneath the sword as the latter buried itself in the pavement. With another surge of that powerful aura Berserker slammed her hand down on the haft of his spear, Lancer releasing the weapon a moment before the blow was struck so that the weapon was slammed into the ground rather than being wrenched from his grip with the same result. Lancer jumped away, abandoning his weapon for the moment as he sought distance from his opponent. There was no chance he would be able to retrieve his spear while Berserker still pinned it to the ground; his only hope of getting it back would be to lure the other Servant away from it. That was easier said than done however, he was without a weapon now and without the innate protection it offered. All he had was his bare hands, a magic rock, and his magecraft. As a child Lancer had been taught the magic of his homeland. An old man had appeared to him in a dream, teaching his magecraft, martial arts and granting him the strength he needed to save his father’s kingdom from the demon that had taken it over. It had never been his forte, but that knowledge would serve as his weapon now. Tapping into the mana at his disposal, Jangar began to weave the spell together before launching it at the Berserker. It was a quick and dirty attack; the speed of his opponent would allow nothing else, a simple assault on the Servant’s spiritual nature using the Shamanistic practises of his homeland. An assault on her very connection to this world, seeking to harm and weaken. Banishing evil spirits was something all Shamans should know how to do and Jangar had a feeling this Servant qualified. [@floodtalon][@ItMeGritty][@KoL]