[@Yukitamas][@Kala][@Seirei No Hai]
[color=007236][h1][center]Kitorai Valueleta[/center][/h1]
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[h2]The Strip[/h2]
The first time he saw his servant Kitorai inmediately knew he was special, a beatiful, lithe, otherwordly man that oozed confidence in a somehow elegant kind of manner.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKcsuu-0puY]The man[/url] in front of him was the total antithesis of that. The only similarity between them was the confidence they both exuded. But while Lancer did it in a calm, detached way, the enemy servant instead,because he had to be one, it was the only way to explain the sheer presence he had, showed it with every motion of his body.

The first thing he noticed was the [color=ed1c24]red[/color], how could he not? Red hair, from head to toes, covered most of  his body. A red beast eyed them like prey.  Every movement, every step denoted the strenght in his body, every sentence stained with the promise of bloodshed. Kitorai mind was racing. Maybe a primitive instinct activated in his brain. [color=007236][i]"This man was dangerous"[/i][/color], it said. But even in a moment like this he was analyzing the situation. [color=007236][i]Caster and Assassin were obviously out, That left Rider, Saber, Archer or Berserker[/i][/color]...and from looks alone hed bet on the last option. But appearances could be deceiving, he knew that, to fall for such a trap would be hypocrite of him.

[color=ed1c24][i]“Hey, there. You’ve come to fight, right?”
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The red man said after raising an arm to the air. Kitorai suspected that he was the one responsable for the state of that tower. He didn't have any proof, but it  hardly mattered anyway.

Then, from behind the red man, another one appeared. This more similar to his own servant, less savage looking. A white and green haired man with bronze skin and a shirt of many colours, animals, Kitorai mind added as an afterthough.

[color=fff200][color=fff200][i]“Oh ho? Hello there.. Hello to you. On a beautiful night do we meet, the most auspicious of signs is it not..”[/i][/color][/color]

A soft yet strong voice that, for some reasons, sent shivers down his spine. Kitorai was an old man, and in his long life he saw a lot of things, yet few made him feel what the man in front of him currently did. If the servant was a hunter of beasts, then, the master, he felt, was a hunter of men. The same instinctive voice in his brain warned him again [u][color=007236]"this man is dangerous"[/color][/u]. It repeated.

Then his servant, faithfully maintaning his paper, after a few words to him and to the man in red, before he could say anything, sprinted so fast that Kitorai, who was standing right besides him, could feel the slight shockwaves this charge forward generated, without a doubt aiming for the enemy.

Kitorai knew that what it seemed like a fairly inoffensive brawl could turn into an event that broke the rules of his world. He could not permit that. And so he tried his best to steer this away from the crowd already gathering to see the spectacle.

[color=f9ad81]"Dammit you foolish boy, don't do this in front of so many people! if someone recognizes me my reputation would shatter! You're going to give this old man a heart attack!"[/color]