[center][color=f6989d][u][h3]Saber[/h3][/u]
[u]Forest Outskirts, West Side[/u][/color][/center]

Such a strange woman to step out and declare a challenge already. [color=f6989d]"Tiger General, huh?"[/color] Saber took a step forward, placing herself in front of the masters. Her lips pulled into a smile, and she raised her sword a bit higher. She might have no need for her nameless steed right now, but... At least she knew something. 

"Didn't you lot lose that war?" Saber asked, referring of course to the three kingdoms of china. [color=f6989d]"So which one are you? Zheng Fei? Zhao Yun? Mao Chao? Huang Zhong? Or perhaps... You're Guan Yu."[/color] She couldn't help but feel a rush at the idea of this challenge. Heroes of China, the greatest of their era. A name like one of those was certainly worthy of her attention. How her lord would cheer to see one of them dragged before him! It'd be as worthy of attention as the time Astolfo carried that giant to court, or when Olivier baptized a foe while shoving their own sword through their gut. Or any one of the many times Roland returned home with a dragon's corpse. 

[color=f6989d]"Whatever the case, I will return the favor. I served under the great Lord Charlemagne, and now... I shall bring you his head!"[/color] She charged, feet striking the ground with force as she move in to clash he blade to that of this mystery lancer. Her blade snapping back and forth as she didn't hesitate to begin the fight with a traditional flurry of blows. It would become clear in the aftermath of each strike though why. Every time Lancer might block, ice would form upon the impact zone. Freezing the blade, and slowly creeping down the handle. But if Lancer dodged, the air would freeze, leaving a wall of ice behind. Rapidly eliminating any room for Lancer to maneuver.

[color=f6989d]"But, mayhaps you tell me your name, and I might feel the courtesy to tell you mine before you die~"[/color]