[color=00aeef][center][b]Sigmund[/b]
[b]The Strip  —> Spring Valley Community Park[/b][/center][/color]
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He was scowling again. 

Sullenly glancing about at the torn-up street and the clearly shaken-up people, he could tell that he had missed the fun by the tiniest of margins.

It was supremely annoying. But, by itself, nothing he couldn’t deal with. 

His legend had not been carved out as that of a hunter among hunters, but the years in the wilderness and the wolf had done something for him in that respect. He moved through the streets, picking up the pace.

On an intellectual level, he understood the idea that they must’ve preferred a more secluded setting to battle, considering the amount of witnesses.

But he just didn’t care. Annoyance kept building up and up. He snarled.

Something made of bone — looking almost like a second jaw — was starting to form on the side of his face.

Closer, closer, just a bit more.

—There.

He stopped in the middle of the street, looking at the figures in the distance, in the middle of the park. His lips twisted into a smile, showing far too many teeth. He started moving, dragging a hand across the hood of a parked vehicle and tearing the metal.

Then, he paused, looked at it for a second and considered.

Well.

Wasn’t it common knowledge in this era that, to avoid vandalism, you should leave your car in a garage?
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There was not really much flair to what occurred next, nor was it meant to be a sneak attack of any sort. In fact, he was confident that both of the currently battling Servants would be able to react.

Without pretense or hidden intentions, Berserker announced his presence by throwing a roughly 1500kg hunk of steel toward the two. Whether it hit them in the middle of their clash or flew between both of them after they had built some distance didn’t concern him. He hadn’t thrown with the intent to “hit” in the first place.

This was just his way of extending greetings.

He walked forward, a smile firmly set in place and knuckles cracking.

[color=00aeef]“Yo,”[/color] He called out. [color=00aeef]“I don’t suppose you lot have room for one more?”[/color]

Despite what he had said, it was obvious to anyone that cared to look for it that he had no intention of simply sitting down and waiting for his turn. 

...Well, this kind of behavior was, to an extent, expected of his class.

[color=00aeef]“I’ve been wanting to work out the kinks ever since I got called here you see, and I’ve been very annoyed about having to walk all over the city.”[/color]

Muscles coiled, he looked ready to spring into the attack. But it seemed that, for whatever reason — perhaps a sense of sportsmanship — he was letting his quarries have the first move.

...But

There was absolutely no doubt about it.

If they did not take that offer, then he would simply seek to overwhelm them in the following instant.

[@Yukitamas] [@Seirei no hai]