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Location: The Deacon Arms Tavern: basement.
Interacting with: Leon Winchester & Saber of Red @vancexentan; Albert Prelati @Turboshitter; James Hartnet @Shadow Daedalus.
Magical energy: 592 out of 600.
A blurr of movement, a shift in stance. Archer, anticipating the would-be enemy moving to close the distance, cocked his legs in preparation for something similar: to retreat up the staircase, to force the swordsman into an uphill battle in an area so enclosed that the sword can only be thrust and not swung. A risky maneuver - desperate, even - but he could only hope that his master wouldn't be far behind him-
...the Saber is listening to Leon? A misunderstanding? Eh?
While Archer remained silent, he kept his pistol pointed firmly at the servant's upper mass; yet, he for now he kept his hand, making a note of listening to the conversation. Leon was right in one thing: this wasn't the same Saber. Was this one of the servants abilities, or maybe a spell by Ayondale? Or was something more sinister at work here: was Leon the traitor Archer so suspected?
"I'll stand down when he does. I can't let harm come to you Master. They'll have to go through me if they want to get to you." Saber pressed, to Archer's chagrin. Already, he was irritated - her blunt, vocal personality made a note of wearing on him, prompting him to adjust his finger on his pistol's trigger. She was holding her ground. One shot through the chest could be enough: if the shot penetrated the front but not the back, it could wreak all sorts of havoc stuck inside. One shot, and Ayondale's great plot would be over-
"Archer, stand down." came a familiar voice from behind. It resonated in the corners of his mind, vaguely playing on the telepathic link. It could only be his master. Reluctantly, after a moment of pause, Archer pulled his arm in towards him to hold the pistol vertically as he stepped back and to the side, to let his master through; he did keep his pistol well in hand, though. Keeping his eyes locked on the Saber, Archer shared his thoughts with his master telepathically:
"How convenient..." he began, shifting his stance a little, "...our summoning site mysteriously leaks to our enemy and then the boy has a servant of the same class."