[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/52MQc9r.png[/img][h2]Saber of Black[/h2][/center]“How was it that the Saracens said? If the mountain doesn’t come to Muhammad…” Saber sighed as she realized that her role had been compromised. Perhaps their faction’s strategy hadn’t gone according to plan, perhaps her allies were locked in combat already. It didn’t change the matter that her instructions were changed from making herself into bait to hunting the enemy on her own. Thankfully, she had the means to make such a task less time-consuming.

“Spread your roots and reveal me what I seek,” Saber said as she struck her scabbard against the ground lightly. In a moment she felt her perception expand like the roots of a great, ancient tree. For generations, the ancient cultures venerated trees as a source of wisdom and their roots as a representation of their wisdom spreading through the land. Saber’s sword was an embodiment of this very concept. Even if she was no mage, it was only natural that she was capable of so much as long she had her beloved blade with her.

It wouldn’t take long before Saber found one suspicious enemy not that far away from her position and moved to intercept them. What she didn’t expect is to find them ready to depart by the time she arrived.

“Excuse me for asking but, what possible reason could you have to turn your back to the enemy camp in the middle of a battlefield?” Saber asked of the bunny-eared Master who remembered her far too much of Asty, down to the hair and build. “If you wish to resign I won’t stop you. Otherwise, call your Servant forth and let us decide this in a way befitting of the Heroic Spirits chosen by the Holy Grail.”

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