[@Kala][@Yukitamas][@Seirei No Hai][@Breo]
[color=007236][h1][center]Kitorai Valueleta[/center][/h1]
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[h2]Spring Valley Community Park[/h2]

There were few times when your insctint failed you. In your youth that minor noble wasn't going to betray you, but you killed him anyway. When you were traveling around the world to make a name for yourself in your 50s and you found a pair of orphans in Amsterdam,  those weren't really just homeless kids, but homunculi, and you had a scar in your chest to always remember them by. The point of the matter is that when you had a gut feeling it wasn't in vain most of the times, but if there was one time you wanted it to be wrong it was today. It wasn't.

A vampire, a creature of the night, a Dead Apostle... whatever you called it, each and every one of those monsters were a league apart from a normal human, magus or not. From the top of your head you could count about 5 people capable of fighting one on equal ground. Sadly for you, the Valueleta and the Barthomeloi didn't see eye to eye in most things to say least, one of those aristocracy loving fools would be very helpful right now. But alas, it is how it is.

“.[color=fff200][i]..just learn a little bit more.[/i][/color]”

He would call the young man in front of him too cocky and disrespectful...but he wasn't even young to begin with, and he felt that Ahmicqui was oddly honest in his advice, with no traces of bravado in his speech. And he would agree to it if it wasn't for the small details of his gauntlets, at least he knew what he would do tomorrow: a suitcase in Las Vegas? why he surely has money or important papers in it, that's how he planned to bring his equipment everywhere he went now.
He couldn't join the fray, but he surely could watch at least the tail of the battle.
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[color=007236][i]"Lancer, i think that at this point if you keep at it, this fight would just needlesly escalate, how about we retire from the night? We have a busy day tomorrow after all"[/i][/color]

He was late, Kitorai realized, the battle was almost over, both his servant and the red beast had been interrupted it seems, another Servant, without a doubt, was leaving, a simple, yet strangely menacing sword in his hands. The new arrival had the same wild feeling that his servant initial opponent, the same yet different, if the red man was a hunter, then this one was a wild dog.

He waited for Lancer's response while analyzing the state of the battlefield... they really did a number on the park in the small time they fighted, he noticed. To bring this level of destruction with only their physical might...at least he was reassured with the fact that his Servant was no pushover, from what he could briefly see no side was victorious in this little skirmish, truly, this was a mere show of power.

He could see Ahmicqui a little further, and he felt like a fool for ever doubting that that thing was not a human for even a moment, in this place a little far away of the lights of the city, with the moon being the prominent source of light, Kitorai saw the real side of the Dead Apostle, and he had no shame in admitting he had a little fear, but that same fear was what kept him on guard against anything that could bring his old life to a premature end.