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Saints Alive!

[He stares dumbstruck as the shadowy form screeched, as thousands of little threads of flickering red and orange suddenly appeared before turning into blackened ash. In the flames there's blackened outlines of spidery legs - and the smell of burnt hair and carapace.

That is Spider's servant, that much he was sure - and the level of prana needed to create a flame that huge... there's only a few classes he could think that would qualify.]

[As the flames burn - which, oddly, don't affect the surrounding area - gold sparkles suddenly fly up in the air as the Servant departs.

Which merely makes 'Spider' laugh, in a way that's both unfamiliar and yet familiar all at once.]

Wahahaha! A Servant taken down from just a little fire? It seems my guess was correct - that, Saber, was most likely the Assassin, Jorogumo!

[And he just keeps cackling to himself, even as he sits down again.]

1 down, 5 to go - as they say!

[At first he's just in disbelief that another Servant was taken down so readily, but the identifier 'a Jogomuro' would explain why it was so weak. Monsters make for poor Servants]

Then your Servant is...

[He lets it go, now knowing he's in a precarious situation. The fact he didn't sense another one meant either the man's Servant is capable of concealing his presence... or have the ability to attack remotely from quite some distance away - neither option is good.

Then the fire causes a commotion below them, people spilling out into the streets as smoke filtered inside, including his Master among the many]

No sense in hiding it, is there?

[He smiles, confidently - before there's a mana influx as his Servant comes to his side.

It's a white-haired man in robes, his eyes boring into Saber. Those eyes...are the eyes of a man who has seen the past, present, and future.

He also looks over as 'Spider' clasps a friendly hand on his shoulder, leaning in.]

This - is Caster. I'll even give you his name, due to you not instantly attempting to strike me down!

'...Master.'

Hm? ...Ah, no, you're right. It is a little too soon for that. Go ahead and go back into spirit form, Caster.

[Caster vanishes without a word, leaving the two of them alone - and 'Spider' sighs again.]

...Well! I think that's enough excitement for one day. Don't you agree?

[The robes - they were positively ancient in style, perhaps even pre-classical, but it was the eyes that caught him. Eyes that saw everything but yet seem to not notice the individual.

Even though he knew that Magic has no effect on him, the same could not be said of his Master - or anyone else here. But at the sigh, and the offer - he was surprised]

...Well I would consider the death of another Servant to be far from pedestrian.

[He slowly agrees, wary]

You speak as if you're afraid, Saber.

[He says it easily - but gets up and walks a gentle circle around the Servant, keeping his eyes on him the entire time -

(round and round the web is woven, round and round)

- Until finally stopping and casually looking below, watching the people as they still exit the building.]

It's been a pleasant chat, but I must be going before they wrongly assume I set the other building on fire.

[With a flourish, he gives a dramatic bow - one Sherlock will notice is the bow a man gives to his partner after a dance.]

Until we meet again, Servant Saber.

Edited 2019-05-25 02:47 (UTC)

It'd be an idiot to deny the fact that attack is anything but frightening to see.

[And frankly, he is not afraid for himself. His eyes darted, keeping the Master within sight, feeling like this 'web' was far more dangerous than the one that was entrapping them a few moments before.

Then there's that bow - he felt himself bristling at the treatment and the strange sensation of familiar (He knew he never met the man before) - and yet his heart raced in excitement at meeting him again, but with weapons drawn]

So we shall meet again.

[He sheathes his rapier - it's pointless to attack the man with Caster so close. Then he shifts into spirit form to avoid drawing attention should anyone look up - a white man would draw some undue attention here]

[With a chuckle, 'Spider' himself goes down the stairs, quickly slipping out of sight.

Oh yes. They would meet again, someday - the end of the grail war demanded it, along with one other thing.

The fact that no matter what, that fate of their pulled at both of them - until one of them ultimately perished.]

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