[@Yukitamas][@Kala][@Seirei No Hai]
[color=007236][h1][center]Kitorai Valueleta[/center][/h1]
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[h2]The Strip[/h2]

[color=007236][i]So this is a battle between servants...they are truly deserving of being called heroic spirits.[/i]
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Their battle was fast, very fast, each blow was answered by a counter, followed by a feint that led to another strike that is answered once again, all this in a matter of seconds. Kitorai wasn't ashamed to say that he almost lost sight of the skirmish. But he wasn't a master of reinforcement for nothing, and while his specialization resided in the use of it in objects, one do not learn a trick or two at his age.

He switched his magic circuits on, the ever present image of a statue being erected in his mind, and reinforced what few dared: his brain, more precisely, the "speed" in which his brain processed the perceived information through his eyes. Now it was better, much better. The two servants were truly master of their craft, trading punches and reversing grabs like it was nothing. He wouldn't have a chance against these monsters alone...but he wasn't alone, he weared his dreams and hopes in his body, he was sure that with it he would lean the scale in his favour, he HAD to be sure.

And then, the two of them began to separate from the crowd, slow enough not to raise awareness, but he knew through the link between master and servant that he, and probably his opponent, started to ramp up their speed considerably once they were out of sight

There was a brief lull in the street. Kitorai observed the enemy master... he didn't know why but the way he just smiled throughout all that set him on edge, but for now it seemed he just contented himself to just smile and watch.

[color=f9ad81]"GAHAHA! what a foolish attendant i have, drinking a little and wanting to start a fight with the first punk that crossed his way! I better go see if he doesn't trip with a branch or something, i swear that boy always looking for trouble! [/color]

With the amount of people present, he couldn't hypnotize them all to forget this incident, and even if he sended some of his employees to do it,  by the time the deed was done they would have already talked, so he tried to pass it off as just two drunkards figthing for this or that, not a strange sight in this city...and besides it wasn't too bad, more likely than not this incident would just be forgotten in some days if his hunch was correct and the servants destroyed some other place devoid of people in their fight, that would be more of an interesting gossip after all.

And so, before he started to follow his servant, he spared a last glance to the smiling enemy master, his human survival instinct telling him to not lose him out of sight, prepared for anything he would try.