Foreign District, Near a Tree
Tristan vanished before Saber could reach him. Perhaps he had been
too patient, ironic as that was. Would a hasty burst forward have allowed him to strike down Archer before his disappearance? He wasn't sure, but it definitely would have left him in a much worse state stamina-wise. As his speed had never risen beyond a jog, he immediately turned around and headed back towards his Master's side. The encounter just now had probably been a victory for Tristan in terms of information, but Saber already knew his identity, so what Archer was doing was simply playing catch-up.
“Saber, hurry back as soon as you can. We have another opponent; a Berserker this time, by the sounds of it.”
That was troubling. He was only a few blocks away at that point, alongside Ywain, but the fact that Cleo's orders had come as a simple message instead of a command seal indicated that the Servant was not immediately attacking. Why did mis Master think the enemy was a Berserker, then? Would a raging madman not have rushed forward mindlessly and attacked without delay? He could sense the new presence- it was standing still.
Then, he saw him. He recognized the man holding the tree when he caught a glimpse of him through a gap in the buildings.
A smile spread across Saber's face. The largest so far.
"A Berserker, Master? Are you sure? This man is a valiant-""You're going to help me prove my love to my lovely love! And then I CAN SLAUGHTER THE ENEMIES OF MY LOVE!"
"...No, my mistake. He's completely insane."That word should never be heard from
that man. It was a portent of chaos and disaster. And he had said it four times. His mental state was obvious.
And yet, the smile didn't disappear.
"Roland!"
Ogier the Dane called out with mirth to his fellow Paladin. He strolled towards him as Ywain made his defensive maneuvers. His age-old friend was before him. A dangerous enemy was before him. Both of these things excited Saber, and so he approached without a hint of worry. After a brief moment of eye contact, Ogier lashed out. The sound barrier was broken in a sudden movement towards Roland. However, to those who could keep track of objects at such speeds-
There was no sword in his hand. A lone fist flew forwards. One with zero combat sense might have seen this as an attack, but of course that was not the case. It was not aimed at any part of Roland's body, but instead came as a sort of 'offer'. A greeting from beyond time that could be instinctively comprehended.
Upon meeting his buddy, Ogier had gone in for a fist bump.
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