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[h2][b]Sylvester II[/b][/h2]
[h3]Street in 7th Arrondisement, Core District[/h3]
[@Phonic] [@Danchou] [@SSW]

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“I suppose I should introduce myself. You can call me Rider.” 

Rider spoke to his opponent. After all, though he was one for flamboyant and “cool” openings, he was also a rather straightforward guy. Nothing was cooler than him simply introducing himself, for he was the coolest of them all! 

He stood only a few meters away from his opponent, standing there with his leather trench coat blowing itself in the wind. 

“We are summoned to kill. That is the purpose of a Heroic Spirit, is it not? “We shall become your blade” and all that noise. N-Not to say I use a blade, but ya know.”


An absolutely SMOOTH operator. 

“I don’t particularly mind it, though. After all, if we are called by the Grail, that means that we desire something from it, does it not? Unfortunately for you and everyone else in this grail war, I desire the Grail myself, and I am not too keen on giving it up anytime soon. Ain’t that what it means to wish upon the Grail? Those who want the Grail shall destroy the desires of those others who wish for the Grail. Only one will hold the cup of god’s son in their hand.” 

“Come forth. I preached peace in my life, so I’d rather not take the first strike against you.”

This was merely a formality. Rider did not believe in violence in life and often, ironically enough, fought against the hyper-violent nature of warfare. However, as a Servant that meant nothing. If he wished to obtain the Grail, he had to fight.

But to not have his mount summoned …  Did that mean that Rider was going easy against Saber? 

No, his stance and the fire found within his eyes seemed to tell a story of sincerity, his words holding nothing back against his opponent. In fact, Rider was likely the sort of person who couldn’t hold back, regardless of the situation.

… But to not use his mount …

What sort of trickery was this? 

At least, that is how it appeared to the untrained eye. Or an eye that could not calculate the “now” of “existence” like the artificial eye that Rider saw the world through. His mount was his arm and his eye. An unorthodox approach to riding, but the Rider before Saber was not the sort to take things in an orthodox manner. He was the man who provided all the world with his theories and advanced society in western Europe, leading to the eventual renaissance in Italy. 

“To the mages, we refer to as “Masters” we are simply pawns with the desire to obtain the Holy Grail War, be it for glory, personal or otherwise. Though I always preached peace in life, I do not mind fighting for what I believe in. Come Saber: I shall bring you your release, just as I had done to the Lancer of this war!”