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[sub][color=lightgray]Mentions:[/color] [@Yukitamas][@SSW][@Gracefully][/sub]
[sub][h3][color=lightgray]Location:[/color] District V - River Bank[/h3][/sub]
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These women dressed in unfamiliar garb were congenial, or at the very least not ones to attack on sight. That was nice. It didn't last very long. Of the four of them gathered there on river's edge, there was one eager to kick up a fuss: his own master. Dismissing pleasantries as pointless and having the gall to command his servant to [i]win.[/i] Of course he was going to [i]win[/i]. It didn't even need to be said. It was what heroes like him did.

[i]You don't need to tell me twice.[/i]

Lauchme moved away from him then, intent on drawing the other master away. He barely watched the two of them start towards each other before his eyes slid to the servant still by the water. Her face was shrouded from sight and snow by her umbrella, otherwise Rider might have offered her a look that said something like 'well, what can you do.' The woman guessed that he might be the archer class servant. Rider assumed nothing of her, other than that she seemed... level headed. 

[color=violet]"Not impatient, no."[/color] Eager, perhaps, to get to know another servant through battle where truth was easily found, or eager to get through the war a little quicker with such a master by his side, but not impatient. He shrugged one shoulder, awaiting what the other servant had to say. A question she wanted to ask every other servant. [i]Anything... unusual?[/i]

[color=violet]"What isn't unusual about this?"[/color] he mused. He was far from a philosopher though, so he answered her question proper - but not before leaping, crossing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, exchanging his bow for a spear. Servant of the bow not so much, and even if it gave the woman a little more information about him, Rider was not the type to try and maintain a deceitful ploy. He landed softly in the snow. From this close, a few meters separating them and eyes locked, Rider smelt that early scent all the stronger. [color=violet]"Truthfully, no. I haven't been gifted any unusual knowledge. Not so far as I could tell."[/color]

Like his actions, his words were genuine. That much was obvious to anyone, even mundane humans. Rider quirked his head again, golden eyes searching his opponent's face. Not human. The smell was pleasant in a way. It intrigued him. All the same though, he readied his weapon.

[color=violet]"I won't apologize, but I've been given a job to do. Perhaps we can do introductions at a later time, though I've been told the best way to get to know someone is through battle,"[/color] he said. The long and storied history of heroism and machismo proved as much. This was as much of a warning as his opponent would get before Rider moved, stabbing his spear at the woman's midsection. The attack was quick and forceful, not a killing blow but far from a pulled punch. 

[color=violet]"Why do you ask? Have you learned something [i]unusual?[/i]"[/color] He braced his body, ready to pull the weapon back and drive it forward again. Even while he struck, he carried on with the woman's topic.