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[b]Location / Foreign District[/b]
[@Crusader Lord]-[@ItMeGritty][/center]

His glorious blade snicker-snapped through the air. His blitz unstopped, and his wild fury echoing through the air. The mind of a berserker, especially one like Roland's was an enigma. A screaming windstorm that may as well have been running on the most primal of mankind's instincts. After all, when all that could tie him to his humanity is his sword, what can stop him? 

As Honda rolled to the side, his overhead swing continued on. The grip of the sword spinning in Roland's hand, as he impaled the ground where his target had been standing nano-seconds earlier. The holy blade sunk into the earth, piercing it like butter as the madman held on tight. And he kept moving. A tiny hop was more than enough for him to clear the sweep of the Lancer's spear, momentum carrying him past his sword. But still holding it tight, he let that momentum carry him in a circle. As if he was poledancing around the handle. 

Poledancing in such a way that all the power from his charge carried into a kick. A kick aimed squarely at Honda's skull. A blow that would rip through his armor and splatter the insides of his skull all over the ground. Which he might have been able to avoid if his plan to push off with his spear worked. 

[b]It didn't.[/b] Because when Honda's attack missed Roland's ankles, that wide initial sweep continued until it hit something. That something was Durandal. The sword struck hard into the ground, and due to it's nature as an unwavering sword of peerless power, it was not cut. The impact was sure to jolt the hero of the era, breaking his own momentum for the priceless moment in time he would have needed. 

Instead, Roland played kickball with Honda's skull. If not that, then the mere motion of air pressure from his strike should slam against Lancer with all the grace of a baby elephant fired from a cannon.

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[u][b]Location / Bois de Boulogne[/b][/u]
[@GreenGoat]-[@Seirei No Hai][@Floodtalon][/center]

[color=00aeef]"I kinda wanna give this to my sister. You think she'll be less angry if I gave her a picture made in blood?"[/color] It was a strange question. But Chieko couldn't be more serious as she looked at one of several paintings she had repossessed from the home/studio of the now deceased master of Lancer. It was actually pretty tragic, since while the value of each piece had risen substantially, there wasn't anybody to sell it to. At least not right now at least... When the war was over sure, but it wouldn't help her in the short run. 

[color=00aeef]"But to be honest, Nobukara, art appreciation isn't why I called you here."[/color] Chieko explained. Placing the portrait down, and brushing the frame lightly for luck. [color=00aeef]"It's because I was checking the supplies and I noticed something. Each of these paints are made with blood. Nothing bad on its own... But he labeled each case."[/color] Slipping a hand into her robe, the shrine maiden pulled out one particular vial of note. On it was the writing of the formerly living mage, Hemlock Reguim. [color=00aeef]"This one in particular stood out to me. read the label."[/color] Passing it over, she turned the front to Nobukara. 

[h2][i]'[s]Old Man[/s] SERIAL KILLER!?'[/i][/h2]

[color=00aeef]"Whatever he discovered, he died before he could investigate it further. I doubt the man involved in his death was too deeply involved beyond the grail war, but I think he might have been onto something."[/color] Chieko said, taking the vial back as quickly as she could to keep it close. [color=00aeef]"Weird stuff is going on in this war. And not just weird stuff like 'Ha this man died' kinda weird. There are more than seven servants. That alone should be impossible judging from the ritual's information. We've had servants and masters dropping dead all war, and who even knows where the grail is going to materialize? I suspect it's not just a grail war that's going down in Paris."[/color] There was a scoff on her lips as she spoke.

[color=00aeef]"Anyway, I need you around tonight because I'm going to be performing a ritual. At least two mages, and we need somebody to protect us while we devote our attention to it. Of course I have Yojimbo, but... I feel better having you and Archer around, okay?"[/color]