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[h2][color=gold]Ryte Vennschneizen
Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Top Platform
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[i][color=gold]"Hm. Well I'm not the one looking for a fight but I guess that's honorable people for you."[/color][/i] Ryte tried not to make it sound sarcastic or jerkish to the new Lancer Servant she had gotten literally two days ago but this was a War she was in and she may have to let a few morals go even if it means going as far as to scold people that like to do stupid things.

She was speaking something in German, a hand raised above a summoning circle with water as a catalyst, spawning several slime familiars as they made their way down the tall skyscraper in an oozing fashion, upon making their way down. The numerous tiny, transparent slimes spread out in the nooks and crannies of the Foreign Districts, even invading vents and air conditioning units of hotels to find Roland's Master: Charlotte hiding in the midst of the area.

[i][color=gold]"I've sent my [b]lebenwaffe[/b] to go hunting for his Master. Are you ready to hold him off until they do? It'll take a while and I suggest you end it quickly. Even if he's shamefully butt naked, I doubt that doesn't mean he couldn't kill you in a single hit with that brutish strength..."[/color][/i] She made sure to try and massage her arm, the burning feeling reminding her once again that she was on death row.

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