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A Bounded Field? A Reality Marble? A Noble Phantasm? Gawain knew not the specifics of the trickery that had befallen him, but at least it gave him reason to not be too disheartened about failing to gain any ground on someone who was [i]on foot[/i]. As the world around him looped faster and faster, the space he traversed shortening evermore, the pale knight drew a sharp breath. He wasn't trapped in here. He wasn't trapped in here. He wasn't trapped in here!

[i]CRACK.[/i]

And he wasn't alone.

What panic managed to claw into his heart was quelled by the presence of the blade that swept for his neck. With a snap of his reins, Gawain bid Gringolet to slide down, the powerful charger's side grazing against the pavement as the sash-wearing swordsman flew overhead. His ambush worth only a few strands of Gawain's hair, and it was his words that lingered longer. After danger had passed by, Gringolet found his feet again, and Gawain found his sword, the polished steel bright in the light of the streetlamps. For a moment, the adrenaline urged him to rush the man down, to engage in a proper duel after that miserable 'chase' and that insulting ambush. But though Gawain could not recall all that much, there was one thing that he was certain of.

The Director of Chaldea, the Order he now served, was female. That was like, double the reason not to immediately take this Saber's head. Time to talk like people, rather than...non-people. Thank God the man wasn't a Berserker, really.

[b]"If you're gonna apologize, do so [i]before[/i] you try beheading me, bud,"[/b] Gawain spoke, irritated but not all too put off. [b]"Honestly though, maybe if you explained the circumstances, I can head back and inform the ladies of the situation? I'd rather the world not be destroyed either, so, hey. Speak up. What on Earth's going on here? Name too, yeah?"[/b]

Unless he was totally reading this wrong, and Fastleg Ambusher was actually totally down for destroying the world. Gawain's grip on his sword tightened slightly.

[b]"I'm Gawain, by the by. Not yet [i]that[/i] Gawain, if you catch my drift, but pretty close, I'd say."[/b]
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