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[h1]Rider of Red - Cao Cao[/h1]

Cao Cao turned as he was spoken to, raising an eye at his newfound companion. Berserker, was it? One of those..."Christians" at that, if his murmurings about God were to tell. What an odd belief system, but apparently it and those related to it comprised of the majority of world religion. How curious. 

"Yes," He replied finally, nodding to the long-haired man. "There is always a risk of looking down from above, exposing yourself to all the world." Rider chuckled briefly. "Were I alive, I'd likely feel the need to relieve myself right over the edge, simply to amuse myself. Doing so atop cliffs always was good for a cheap laugh back in the day." 

The idea of allying himself with an utter madman as the Berserker class dictated left a sour taste in Cao Cao's mouth, but Berserker seemed more or less...alright without the influence of Mad Enhancement. Rough around the edges and wild, certainly, but some of his greatest generals during his lifetime had been that way. Xu Chu, Dian Wei...

A frown passed briefly across Cao Cao's face before disappearing just as quickly as it came. There were more important matters at hand than wallowing over his mistakes. Such as understanding those he would fight alongside better. He was no unchallenged leader of this coalition. Not yet, at least. But he would play his part for now. Until his worth and suitability was recognized by the others.

"Tell me, Berserker." Rider finally spoke, turning to his fellow Servant. "What makes you a madman? Devotion to your God? The Grail imparted knowledge of your...Christianity, but I find that knowing is not the same as understanding. Your faith never reached my land during my lifetime, but from what I have gleaned, your heavens disapprove of violence and murder, yes? Why join this war?"
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The big, lanky Servant in the shabby jacket eyed his compatriot sidelong for a moment. . . and then he snorted, shaking his head and making his heavy tail of hair sway against his shoulders. He had forgotten just how [i]different[/i] his companions were. Even when they seemingly hand so much in common, things like this could just jump out and surprise him. He leaned forward and spat over the edge of the roof, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

"If God hated war so much as folks say," Rockwell growled calmly, "He wouldn't a' done so much of it." He turned to face Cao Cao as he spoke. "The prophet said that if any nation, tongue, or people proclaim war against you, and refuse peace, then go to God and he will give you a commandment, and justify you in goin' to war against them."

He smiled; a happy, serene, entirely mad little grin, white teeth barely showing through the thickness of that long beard, eyes bright as burning coals. "These folks are tryin' to turn back the clock on God's plan, friend. Take us back to the age a' beasts and devils - and that's not to be borne. The Lord gave this world to his chosen people, an' no pack of misbegotten sorcerers will take it away. No, sir. God saw what was goin' on, and how the unrighteous were workin' against his holy purpose, and so y'see what he did? He asked the prophet to set things right, and Joe tapped me on the shoulder an' sent me back down here to settle accounts."

There was a moment's pause, and then Rockwell looked back over the city, towards the slowly-lowering sun. "But first," he said contemplatively, "I could do all kinds of murder to a steak. You comin'?"