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[center][color=6ecff6][u][b]Diarmuid ua Duibhne[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[right]Near the Edge of Town**[@Stormborn][@Seirei No Hai][@ERode][@Love Detective][/right]

Diarmuid landed with grace, his golden blade glittering in the light of a twisted streetlamp. The ground around them had been pulverized, cracked, and desecrated by only a few strikes between the heroic spirit. It was exhilarating. A far cry from it's final form, but still, a battle worthy of the two heroic spirits. His heart pounding in his chest, his eyes wide as he focused upon the charging steed, and the knight who stood upon it. 

This was not the truly perfect Gawain, but for now... He was more than enough to scratch that itch. That itch that had been gnawing at his back. Finally, this was why he had been summoned! As Gawain charged, Diarmuid stepped to the side, avoiding the danger of Gringolet's charge, and raising his sword to match Gawain's blade. It was a near instant motion, and his arm seemed like a puppet dragged along a string. As if the golden blade moved on its own to protect him, and he was merely holding it. The impact kept him from simply leaping away, but that wasn't his goal. Mana charged in his leg once more, power to leap high into the air...

He swung his leg out in a kick. A ground tearing kick, aimmed at Gringolet's knee. The stallion's mighty charge colliding with a mighty kick from a knight of Fionn. Which would win out? A kick charged with resolve, or a mighty steed that knew no rest? Though whatever the case, the strike would be more than enough to flip Gringolet forward, hopefully knocking the rider free. 

He said nothing, but his eyes said everything. He was thanking his enemy, and wasn't going to hold back. 

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[center][color=fdc68a][u][b]Asshole Shooting Arrows[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[right]Miyama Town**[@Red Alice][@Rondo of Blood][@SSW][@Rune_Alchemist][/right]

[i]Thwiiiiiiiiiiiip![/i]

As the group sat around discussing, and as Assassin was preparing to screen the path ahead... An arrow flickered from the distance. Slicing through the air an inch from Lancer's head, and then... THUNK! Right into Saber's skull. The arrow bouncing off Trolius' head, and sailing into the air in a stunning arc. Spinning about, and drawing the groups attention, before it struck into the ground. Feathers present, and drawing a hushed silence. Each feather was a brilliant red, like a phoenix feather might be. And the shaft? A shimmering gold that seemed to radiate with head. All three servants would know instantly just what kind of arrow that was. 

[b]Apollo.[/b] For only the beautiful god who carried the sun through the sky possessed such a bow. Only he was the equal of glorious Artemis in such. And yet, it was chilling to see such a glorious weapon here, and worse, how it had bounced off the head of Troy's beloved child. Surely Apollo wouldn't have fired upon his most adored child? 

In the distance, atop a roof, stood a man. His hair whipping about in the breeze, and his eyes narrowed. But even at a distance, there was no doubt... He was smiling. Already he was beginning an approach, leaping from his vantage point, and holding his hands high to signify his weapon wasn't drawn. 

[color=fdc68a]"Well well, what a reunion this is!"[/color] The attacker shouted as he continued his approach. [color=fdc68a]"Trolius! Hector! And that bastard!"[/color] Finally, as he got closer, his face became visible through the thick dust clouds. None other than the brother of Trolius, Prince of Troy, and... Well a bit of an ass in all accounts. P-
[color=fdc68a]"Oh brother, what's with that expression, aren't you happy to see me? Pandarus!"[/color]