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[h3]District V[/h3]
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The woman exhales. It is her opinion that this battle is, for all intents and purposes, settled; she has clearly demonstrated herself, and he has demonstrated himself. Furthermore, it is her opinion that she has learned more of him than he of her. At least, more of use. It is useless to understand that someone is this much stronger; it is very useful to understand that someone is this much weaker. What can be done to overcome the weakness? And, anything can be done to make use of this strength. Yes; by this demonstration alone, it has become clear. Without digging deep, without going out of her way, and without the support of her Servant, this is the result of even a single exchange of blows. She does not press further, however. She digs her feet into the ground, and draws herself up, but does not follow in for another blow. What is this? What predator does not slaughter its prey? What monster does not feast on flesh? Is this that damnable, disgusting [i]pity?[/i] She doesn't know what to make of his words, but honestly assumes he might be delirious; she can't expect anything of his pain management. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm afraid I'm a special case; not so many are walking around, and guns would even bother me a good amount. Being shot at is a real nuisance."[/color] She does not relax. She does not drop her stance. But she is not killing him? Why? Why? Why?

Why take pity on him? Why spare him? Why not defeat the first opponent as she is now, before he is allowed to simmer in his bile and conceive a better way to cut her down? Surely, in a battle between her and his Servant, she would be slaughtered in a heartbeat - the gap between him and her, and the gap between him and that spirit are incomparable. Is it fear of that thing that holds her? If that's the case, she ought strike while he's weak, and murder him where he stands.

And, yet. [color=bc8dbf]"I would like to parley, now, please. I've little taste for killing that which still draws breath, and, thus far, you are such. There is no reason that I ought change that here and now."[/color] Disgusting. Disgusting confidence, that, if she spares him now, she could simply snuff him out later; that he poses no threat to her now, and will not later. What else could that be? What else could that possibly be? ... Of course, this is a misconception, and she is not a liar. She simply does not wish to kill him, and has no cause to, as he is not a pressing threat. She prefers not to kill, and would prefer not to be forced to kill him, here and now. Especially not while he may be so useful. Her 'battle face' finally loosens, even if her stance remains firm.

[color=bc8dbf]"Tell me what you know about this war; how did the Holy Grail come to be here, in Hungary? Who brought it here? Who owns the land we're standing on? Are you an agent of the Holy Church?"[/color]

She spares a thought for her Caster, and her tone internally is far, far more amused than her exterior. [i][color=bc8dbf]Got em'.[/color][/i]

She makes no threats, now, nor does she step towards him again. Indeed, her presence alone must be taken as a threat to his very life. But she also does not apologize. Why should she? What sin is there in hurting someone in a war; what crime is there in beating someone at a fight they opted into? In this, he is right. This is simply her nature. Her nature is to be strong, her way is to solve problems, and her path is to be beloved for it.

It's only natural to wince when the sun shines on you.