[h2][center][b][color=a50d33]Kaybernett[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[sup][center]Summoning Hall, Clock Tower[/center][/sup]
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[color=a50d33]"A magus personally making their way into the trap-riddled woods would be risky, but it may be necessary to come out on top if the enemy has really taken such base arts to another level. I'd recommend you have me around to tend to your wounds and afflictions if you decide to venture into the thick of it."[/color] Jack pondered strategies with the group, minus the haughty man who had left as hastily as he had come.

Naturally, he joined them as they travelled to the designated area for summoning, where yet another pair of new faces were introduced. Renwald and King weren't Masters, apparently, but Jack nonetheless greeted them with enthusiasm. Comparing their attitudes with some of the others, he considered that the backup team might be more amicable than the chosen Masters, not that he would intentionally let anyone die.

In any case, there was still something he had to do before he was truly settled into the team.

The Meatmaster approached one of the silver circles, knelt down, and popped open his case. There were a few things inside, but what he produced were incredibly worn and tattered pieces of leather - past the point of being recognizable as the reins they once made up. Many legendary horses have been named through history, but in this world of subcategory Grail Wars the likes of Bucephalus or Grani had long since had all associated relics snapped up by ambitious houses. Only a horse whose name was lost to time was accessible to someone like Jack, with few connections but a high willingness to do the needed detective work and excavate the decomposing catalyst from its tomb.

He rose to his feet, kicked the case a few meters away to avoid interference from his other possessions, lay the reins down before the summoning circle, and began to chant. He let his magical energy spring forth, and the Director's metallic dust made a fine conduit for it and began to exude light and steam.

Words poured forth just as readily as mana. Jack called out with the full force of his will for a hero to bond with himself.

[color=a50d33]"...If the spirit is willing, the flesh is manageable! Approach, hero! Answer this call if the fight still burns within you!"[/color]