[h2][center]Jason Liu[/center][/h2]
The Berserker's own swing, having been cleanly deflected by the Saber he was facing off against, threw his arms into the air. Though he still held onto his blade, his body was now left wide open for the proceeding slash.

The fight itself was over in but an instant, and the result was self-evident. Though Hijikata's body had not been bisected, the gaping wound in his torso pouring blood out onto the ground was more than enough indication that his end was near.

"Damn... It..."

Despite those wounds, though, Hijikata, almost as if as a testament to his class, attempted one final swing towards his opponent before appearing to disappear into nothingness, with a mass of blue particles in his wake.

Jason, of course, simply remained motionless. Though he had enough sense about him to understand [i]what[/i] had just occurred, the truth of the matter only made him want to just go home.

Given the situation, though, it was likely that his nightmare was nowhere near ending today.

[@VitaVitaAR]

[h2][center]Ruler — Sherlock Holmes[/center][/h2]
At his Master's inordinately blunt inquiry, the detective could do naught but smile in turn. It was a false courtesy, as was par for the course when he was to deal with Moriarty and his machinations, but as far as things went this was particularly troublesome. Though he knew that his arch-nemesis was far less inclined to tamper with matters involving the arcane than he, in this city there were a number of troublesome things that he could apply that might cause incidents.

Though causing the spontaneous creation of an underwater structure overnight? Even he had to balk at such a thought.

"It is as Miss Obberhausen has said. Though I question the necessity of your direct aid, information, if you would be so kind as to provide it, would prove useful. Given our usual relationship, though, I doubt that you shall do so. Am I mistaken?"

The half-backhanded remark was made in a slightly sarcastic manner, as if goading the old man to prove them wrong. There was always the possibility of a lie or a half-truth, all things considered, but the Ruler himself did not expect this line of questioning to bear fruit.

[@KoL][@DocRock]

[h3]At the Arena[/h3]
The cloud of dust that had been momentarily kicked up by Mordred's decisive strike seemed to only give a bit of dramatic flair to the match, as by this point the Archer (whose countenance had hardened mid-fight) was now lying prone on the ground with his opponent's weapon aimed at his forehead. There was a moment of silence before Chiron smiled and raised his arms in defeat.

"This match is yours, Sir Mordred. I concede defeat."

Given that the other match had just about ended in a similarly decisive manner, those who had gathered to watch the spontaneous double exhibition match seemed to be charged with energy. The approval that the Knights had gathered from their victories... Well, that spoke for itself.

Once Mordred had relented and allowed Chiron to get off of the ground, the Archer brushed himself off and nodded towards his opponent, offering a handshake in turn.

"Of course, I cannot teach a person not willing to learn, but you certainly do seem like the type to refine your style in combat. I would recommend you continue to challenge yourself here; there are far better opponents than I suited for you."