[center][h1][b][color=00aeef]Saber of Black[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

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Kullervo was in a bad mood. He had only been brought back to the mortal realm a few days ago and already he couldn't stand the smell. He had nothing but contempt for the modern people. He hated how they lived comfortably never having to worry about rocks in their bread. 

He had decided to follow his team's Archer to the mining outpost on the outskirts of town. He wanted something to slice up, though he wasn't ready to show his hand just yet. Although Kullervo was no master tactician he had conducted war before and found it better to not give the enemy too much information. So that's why he was here, arms crossed and leaning against the base of the telegram tower his fellow servant had perched on top of. 

[color=00aeef][i]Philoctetes, eh? Another victim of cruel misfortune.[/i][/color]

He didn't think much of his teammate. Oh sure, he was powerful and would have no problem dispatching foes from afar, but that was the extent of his opinion. Kullervo wasn't here to make friends. Actually none of the servants were, but Kullervo himself was particularly fixated on the magical wish granting device. Why? He himself wasn't even sure.

He picked his sword up and started running his one taloned hand up and down its edge. He admired the weapon's craftsmanship, the kind of weapon that could only be forged by a god.

[color=00aeef][i]It thirsts...[/i][/color]

Exhaling out of boredom he looked up at his companion.

[color=00aeef]"Find anything worthy killing yet?"[/color]