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Rider - Marko

It seemed the rocks missed their target again. Marko clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He had almost lost track of the enemy in the debris, but then a trident came flying from the cloud. Compared to his own throws, it was like it was moving in slow motion. Marko let it pass by his head, the wind tussling his hair and nearly taking his hat off.

“Finally going on the offensive, huh?” He called out. “Alright, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Nearby, the fairy lounged in a sea of wool, sinking beneath it again, her toes and knees rising as her head descended.

The dust seemed to swirl around the enemy, as if the battlefield itself was attempting to obscure him. Unfortunately for the enemy, he had already announced his presence, and his killing intent was clear.

He met the enemy’s charge, his war-spear manifesting in a single hand. He nudged the sheep forwards, his skill at manipulating a mount bringing out its strength to throw the enemy off balance.

The spears clashed, his shaft simply knocking the gladiator’s own off course, its own point glancing away from the enemy in the clash.

And in the other hand, another rock was ready, to smash through the enemy’s guard, curving around this new shield, to blast into the enemy at point-blank range.

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Rider - Marko


“Oho?” Rider sat up, his lazy attitude fading as he looked forward at the Servant approaching with arms held wide. “I’ll grant you child, but are Masons known for tossing around their stonework where you come from?” He asked. “No, no, I’m nothing but a humble farmer." He chuckled to himself as he said it.

For a moment, it looked as though he would respond to the provocations, to leap down from the sheep and jump into melee-

“Are you really that dense? He’s obviously baiting you.” The fairy huffed, folding her arms dramatically.

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna help out with this one, sis,” Rider grinned, leaning back again. Somehow, another rock had found its way to his hand, and he tossed it again, catching it first underhand, then overhand.

“I said you shouldn’t need my advice, but if you’re so intent on proving me wrong, it can hardly be helped.”

Rider sighed and shrugged. “It’s quite the pickle, don’t you think, Mr. Bronze? Of course, I have my pride as a man, but my dear sister here will keep pouting if I put it on the line for those kinds of provocations. And that Master of mine, hard to tell what that one’s thinking…”

His enemy was laying it all out there. Rider could identify a gladiator when one was staring right at one. Even if that was mostly down to the Grail’s information. A performer, someone who fought for the adoration of a crowd, to live or to die.

That wasn’t so different from him.

“But in the end, I think they’d both just rather see me win,” He smirked, tossing the rock, this time on a much more direct and powerful course. But not towards the enemy, towards his feet. If the enemy could track his rocks’ movements, then it just meant he had to obscure them.

The rock hit the ground in front of the enemy with the force of an enormous boulder, cracking the ground and scattering a great cloud of debris in front of them. And through that cloud, another pair of spinning stones came with equally destructive force. One directed at the legs, to cripple, and one at the head, to kill.
Rider - Marko


“Hm, aren’t you focussing on the wrong thing there, Servant?” A voice rang out. His presence and approach was obvious enough, and he wasn’t doing anything to make it any less so.

An oddly dressed man was seated on a large sheep with a white-gold weave of fur.

He wasn’t riding it like a horse, though. No, his legs were folded across its horns, and his back was slightly reclined, like he was doing nothing more than relaxing in a comfortable chair. He was tossing a stone up and down, catching it in a single hand as another lazily stroked at the sheep’s fur.

Without a doubt, this was the enemy Servant.

“You should let your Master seek his own glory. He’ll have a hard enough time of it, nyohoho~”

It seemed almost lazy, the motion with which he let the stone fly -

And yet, it was a pair of rocks that flew from his hand. One went left, and the other went right, like a pair of trick pitches. They curved and spun, thrown to pass the enemy’s shield in a vicious fork.

The stones spun with a terrifying force, flying faster than the naked eye could track, and displacing the air around them with a powerful wind.

Even to someone who was used to fighting with weapons alone could tell that this was no mere child's play. The small stones might as well have been great boulders.

He had the advantage of range and distance. But he didn’t seem to be pressing it beyond the initial opening volley…

“Hey, sis! What do you think of this one?”

A tiny fairy poked her head up from the sea of wool. “Oh. You don’t need my advice for this one, do you? He’s flashy, but not much more,” She said, dismissively.

“Oh, how cruel… The harsh words of a woman can be so much worse than slings and arrows, eh?” The Servant chuckled to himself, his voice rich and melodious.
This looks moderately interesting, but I do have a few questions and potentially some feedback if you're interested in that?




Have a couple Lancers I've been meaning to finish off, could throw one of them in. Might be able to do a Master too.
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