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[b][h2]Markansas Valdark Reschyshyn
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kTBbTSjZpI]Obsidian Eye Titan[/url][/h2]
[h3]Attending a Yoyo Show[/h3][/b][/center]

Rushing there on his long, noodly legs, Markansas arrived just in time to see the yoyo show conclude with the hero’s use of some sort of technique that seemed on par with a Noble Phantasm. 

He paused only for a minute or two, doubled over, to catch his breath. Then, he paused again for a moment as his heart leapt at Hercules’ parameters. Steeling himself and forging ahead anyway, Markansas then broke out into applause. A slow, teasing clap. “Bravo, bravo. No less than I would expect from the Twelve Labours Luminary himself.”

Though Markansas was similarly a bombastic sort, who made little effort to hide his eccentricities, there still existed a ‘taboo’ in his mind. Mystery could not be revealed to those outside of the moonlit world. That much was obvious. But commanding such a hero to stop would obviously be futile. The best option, then, in Markansas’ mind, was to make the situation seem so absurd that any civilians would assume it was either some strange public performance, or the filming of a movie.

And of course, with Masters and Servants alike gathering towards the spectacle, it would be useful to introduce himself. 

“To think that one such as yourself would appear here. But it’s only natural that the world would summon forth the greatest hero of Greece to deal with myself, the embodiment of all humanity’s evils.” 

He paused for a moment. Hopefully, Hercules wouldn’t take a moment to destroy him now, considering he was already acting in broad daylight. “But of course, it would be premature to come to a confrontation right now,” He said, only a hint of nervousness in his voice. 

“Travel to the outskirts of the city, and there you will find the first of my Four Kings of Calamity. Or perhaps they are an opponent beneath your notice… If you are willing to risk that the first of my dark designs shall proceed as planned. Fufufufufufu....”

With that absolutely careless bluff, Markansas stopped speaking, ready to run the fuck away from the terrifying Servant at a moment’s notice. 
 
[@Yankee][@Over Illusion]