[h2]At the Arena[/h2]

The look Laetitia gave her Servant was rather unamused, "You've already submitted yourself. They need to make them for [i]at least[/i] five knights over the course of the day if Bedivere or Kay or someone doesn't climb out from behind a table [i]and[/i] the fights already planned go ahead."

The blonde pointed at the clearly frazzled worker, "Don't you think that guy would have a better time if we could [i]please[/i] go and get some breakfast and wait until the afternoon!?"

Lancelot was once again feeling awkward--with Gawain and Gareth there, what could he say. "I'm sorry I killed you/your sister, but it was for a good reason?" Tristan was being his usual sad self, though it was safe to say that he, too, was taking a jab at Gawain's rather disappointing underperformance yesterday. But, yes, perhaps Mordred had a point...

"Mordred, there no need to be so harsh on Sir Gawain. I'm sure that in future matches the handicap of the sun setting will be removed and he won't let us down again."

"I have a feeling that maybe I should be less confident about that..."

And Gareth didn't seem to hate him, or was a much better liar than Lancelot had ever given her credit for. Excellent.

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[h2]Alkyrieaze von Einzbern[/h2]

"Samurai man, you should be more careful with your Master... oh, and another crepe," Alkyrieaze said, turning to face the Japanese man that her Servant had... unexpectedly assailed, and then back to the alarmed stall owner. She even took a bite of hers; with Altera in the way, it had to be perfectly safe. A gun...? Archer? No, not if he was thinking a German child and... well... Altera were Japanese. Definitely Berserker or similarly addled.

With her sword readied and once again interposed between Alkyrieaze and Hijikata, Altera held back on obliterating this man... for the moment. The homunculus was quite insistent on restraint. "Altera, King of the Xiongnu. I will not allow you to take one step closer."