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[h2]Goldistar[/h2][/center]
“Well, it’s not that I wouldn’t like to dive into the heat of battle riding with you, but we have to avoid attracting unwanted attention,” Shelk answered after Lancer proposed that they drop the cab idea and go for a horseback ride instead. It was a tempting proposition to be true—a gallant one indeed—but it would be just a little too conspicuous to pull that stunt in the position they were now.

Even though Shelk was glad that her Servant didn’t decide to press the issue, what came next wasn’t exactly a smooth ride either. Well, to say it wasn’t smooth wouldn’t be right, but certainly it was like riding a roller coaster with a faulty seatbelt. Every time they made a turn Shelk was prepared for the worst, but at least Lancer seemed to have enjoyed her new toy? Only god could tell what would happen if they picked a motorcycle instead.

“I think we should get going to that bamboo forest after all. Scouting around didn’t yield anything so it seems like the enemy decided to entrench themselves. I guess we weren’t that lucky after all!”

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[h2]Saber of Black[/h2][/center]
“I won’t deny those are creations of one of my ‘allies’ for this war. If you want to judge me for that, so be it. However, I have nothing to do with how they are deployed and they know very well—or so do I hope—to not interfere while we Servants do our job,” Saber said as she stepped forward, taking the opportunity to get a good look at her opponent and gauge her.

Saber took a deep breath as she drew her sword, holding it with both hands, blade parallel to the ground at shoulder-height. “If that’s decided, then, allow me to begin,” she said as she charged forward with a resolute step, aiming a thrust at her opponent’s throat, followed by a second step pushing her weight forward, trying to throw the other swordswoman out of balance with a  tackle.