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[OPEN] yellow beauty burns gold

Date & Time: 19th; morning-afternoon - training hours
Location: Training Facilities, around the city
Characters: Red Saber and you!
Summary: Testing her capabilities as a Servant in this realm, Saber goes to the tianing facilities to seek out any potentially exciting sparring partners. Afterwards, she can be seen wandering around the Hold, possibly in search of some materials.
Warnings: PG-13

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[ Whack! Thwack!

The sounds repeat for several moments of a wooden blade beating against a training dummy, echoing slightly from the power put into the blows. One elaborately dressed woman in red can be seen today performing a "dance" with the blade in hand. It isn't long when she stops, though, and pulls away from the training dummy. The dummy is sufficiently mangled and dented, and it's a wonder the practice blade in her hands hasn't been torn apart.

Saber lets out an irritable huff. ] Would I hope for better craftsmanship, but that would be asking too much of my "managers."

[ It's a mutter to herself before Saber turns to look around within the facility. Never mind wanting better equipment, she'd want better sparring partners. Surely there must be someone here to catch her eye, to challenge her with good sportsmanship in mind for her to bring out her true instrument of her class.

Who will it be? ]

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[ After that workout, Saber is busy wandering the city streets, getting a better look at the land she calls, well-- not "home." Temporary prison would put a better ring to it.

She wanders here and there, seeing how the people live. Sometimes she takes to higher ground and watches, but that proves to be boring pretty fast. She has a mind to go to the area where the markets are being held. Perhaps they might have tools and instruments she could play around with... Called for battle, yes. But she was an artist as well! In fact, it almost galls her how long she hadn't practiced that important facet of her person.

Tool search commences! ]

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[ Oh, that gets a smirk to appear on her face. ]

Then answer me as a Saber would and take up a sword.

Are you to say I should view you as a possible enemy in this place? After I thought we might be allies too.

[ A sudden gust of wind picks up around her with enough power to knock the mangled training dummy down to the ground as well as anything else that might not be nailed down with steel. Sure hope Saber the Red can stand her ground as her blue counterpart clutches something in her right hand, but there's nothing there? ]

[ Saber doesn't even bother to blink as the sudden burst of wind in the training area picks up, nor does her body move from her current spot. Her dress flutters and flows back to its proper place before she lowers her hands and drops the wooden blade from her palm. ]

Oh, I believe we are still allies: allies in the age-old intricate dilemma as rivals-in-arms. Surely you did not think a battle between us would never happen.

[ She raises her hand back over her shoulder, and in a swipe her crimson longsword materializes with a small burst of heat and rose petals flitting in the air. ]

Petals?

[ Saber says in disbelief more than anything else; the flame was natural as she was passionate, but something of elegance as well? Saber herself never cared much for prettying up things. Her armor suits her just fine, the gown made of linen that made it easier to move and the sides meant to protect her from archers she rode.

The only thing she may need that would complete the look was a helm. Yet, she wore her hair pulled into the same braided arrangement as the other woman and chose to not call forth anything of that nature. There's nothing identifying her or her weapon, but any Servant in the war knows what a Saber comes with.

So she raises the sword that can't be seen until it's held into both hands. ]

I had hoped it would never be against each other. [ Unlike other Servants, Saber doesn't need to pat her own ass by fighting someone on her level OKAY. ]

[ Saber merely chuckles and spreads her feet apart in her usual stance. The fact that her counterpart is wielding an invisible sword intrigues her, and she briefly internalizes who her blue other's identity could be. She remembers their first conversation, but that hadn't gleaned any hint as to her identity.

There were many heroes throughout history and legend who were known by their swords. But this one she knows is a knight, so that narrows down the list, but only barely.

A hero to hide the name and shape of her sword. Hmm. ]

Come now, Saber! Have you not had a moment of competitive spirit within you? To have an honorable duel, where chivalry and pride set the tone for our stage? Your hesitance is ill fitting of your status.

There are many innocents within these walls.

[ Saber reminds her as she doesn't raise her blade but instead it seemingly points it alongside her leg. There's no time left for her to question the strangeness of the knight's behavior as she suddenly comes flying at her with speed quicker than any machine there.

So how about they take this outside by knocking a hole in the wall: yes/no? ]

Then I shall call for a change of scenery to our setting. Hah!

[ Undaunted, Saber rushes forward, raising her sword to meet the point where she thinks it will impact with the invisible blade. She follows the motions of her blue counterpart's arms, and--

Crash!

--goes Arturia through the wall, thanks to her monstrous strength, quickly followed by Nero. ]

[ Even though she was the one who went at her with such speed, here she was the one flying through stone and metal as though it were nothing. This woman's strength was impressive and something to keep in mind.

Sprinting up from her feet, she looks around the area before leaping back a suitable distance in hopes of drawing her out a bit further. ]

You surely did not strike at the training dummy with that strength.

[ Saber tracks her opponent carefully, her golden boots leaping upon broken stone and dirt as she follows. She's aware of what her doppelganger is trying to do, and once she decides to stop scurrying would Saber bring her sword back up when they land at a proper stage. ]

Have you forgotten that we are both Heroic Spirits? While I would give nothing but my fullest in any performance, there are some props to hold back until the right moment.

You would not insult me by giving less than your own, right?

[ Upon that last word spoken, Saber clears the distance between them, longsword at the ready. ]

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[ Yes, she would insult her as she sprints towards her once more, the position of her weapon hard to dictate from the posture in which she runs. With an "invisible" blade, she can attack anywhere in the sweep of her arms.

Saber's honor makes it easy to tell where she strikes as she moves right for the sword in her arm. ]

Of course not. [ Saber's not much of a talker during combat either. ]

[ It's a gamble to go up against a weapon she couldn't see. The shape could be different, the length could make her miscalculate when to dodge and parry. Saber's depending on the movement of her opponent's arms and the subtle changes in the wind around her.

She seeks that, and when she hears and feels the change, Saber brings up her sword to deflect the invisible blade and bounce back. Oh yes, this is much more exciting than thrashing on some hapless doll.

She needs some way to gauge the general length and shape of her blade. It's almost frustrating to not know what exactly she needs to block against, and in certain ways, it reminds her of Assassin, but she'll take the patient approach, and wait for her doppelganger to make her move this time. ]

[ Sparks fly with every strike. Where the visible sword had strength to support it, the blade with wind surrounding it has speed backing it. This made it a dangerous combination, but there's no fear shown in the eyes that match her counterpart's.

After a few exchanged blows, she may be able to tell one very unique thing: the sword isn't invisible. If it was, then wouldn't the sparks themselves be impossible to see? When it gets too close to her face, the torrent of wind can be felt up close, swirling around something thin. ]

Tired yet? We could stop at any time.

You accuse me of bearing no adequate constitution to carry on this dance? Your slight will be your undoing.

[ In a sudden bid of near madness or genius, Saber attempts a lock of their blades to use for her advantage. Once there, she uses her better strength to push forward, the longsword screeching against hers as it slides upon the metal and up to the guard. Knowing she'd catch on, Saber quickly scrapes back, trying to get the exact length--

Nope. Too soon. But she's got a better estimate.

The next strained moments have them both at odds: one attempting to unveil the secret of the invisible weapon, the other attempting to hide it. So concentrated in their efforts, they don't realize the very earth around them is transforming according to their exchanged blows.

There's a few nicks exchanged between them here and there, and it's only enduring a cut along her shoulder does Saber get another idea and moves into a more defensive stance, waiting. ]

Hardly.

[ A woman of few words to match her short stature, Saber keeps her focus on her assault. Sooner or later her opponent will give and only then will she strike with everything she has. Every move she makes is calculated as though there's another instinct pushing her along towards victory inch by inch.

Suddenly she pulls apart after blood is drawn? It causes Saber to pause at least. ]

'tis but a scratch. [ Soon enough, she's leaping back towards her with a boost from Invisible Air with the hope that it'll do. ]

[ And Saber goes to meet her, arm stretching forward in a bold thrust despite the danger of the unknown. It's a risk, and a nearly obvious one, but given her own personality, hastening for a kill seems to fall in with her pattern.

Her eyes lock on her own sword, though, possibly gliding underneath the wayward wind. Just a little bit more-- ]

Kuh!

[ There, Saber feels the slight tip of steel digging into her arm-- before her own jerks her blade upward to knock the other Saber's sword aside. Despite the injury, when Saber steps back and clutches at her bleeding limb, she's smiling. ]

Mmm, so that is the length of your blade. A two-handed sword, is it?

[ It was a good, coincidental foresight that Aestus Estus is longer in length than the sword her opponent wields. Though it had better uses, to use it as a ruler, well. ]

Hope the knowledge was well worth the loss that will come as a result.

[ Saber waits as a knight would for her to regain her composure for their spar. ]

You are right. A two-handed blade. A weapon of many knights.

[ Saber has no super special *~*snowflake healing powah*~* but she does have solid endurance. She only huffs at the other Saber's words. ]

You show your true mannerisms on the field of battle. How you remind me of a knight I met within the War I came from. Gallant and poised as he was, he proved no more than a blind lap dog to a princeling. If I could make the Sun fall, little else remain safe.

[ There was something in Saber's tone and stance that suggested she's now going to stop holding back. Knowing the length of the blade, she won't misjudge distances. No more testing the waters now. ]

[ Saber's eyes widen as she speaks. There is only one knight who she knew of that drew strength from the sun and that, that was enough to elicit a reaction far from grace. ]

Sir Gawain.

[ His name spills forth with the regal glory a king would have when speaking of someone they're proud of, but for Saber it was more personal. Gawain was the known nephew of King Arthur and to hear this woman call him a dog was insult to her blood.

Therefore it was an insult to her.

An insult directed at the king was one directed towards the country as well.

No one was permitted to insult Britain before it's Forever King. With a scream, it felt as though prana itself was expelling straight from her body with the intent of knocking her down before her blade ever met her person. ]

[ The smile that blooms on Saber's face was near obscene in the face of the sudden burst of power that responds to her words. The smile gives way to a more professional, more focused look, but, oh, there is ire of her own to feel. She isn't sure Gawain fully understood the reason why she looked down upon his twisted sense of loyalty before she cut him down. This woman's reaction seemed a little... personal. ]

He is a knight, but he shames the value of others who share his title. Do not think I slew him without good reason beyond the Grail - he needed to be shown a lesson for insulting an emperor, and leading his lord to ruin.

So what say you?

[ Saber doesn't say anything outright as she twists the blade to point it straight up towards the sky to face her opponent; anything further would be a dead giveaway as to who she was and well, pride in defending her knight came before keeping her identity a secret.

Unleashing Invisible Air, she doesn't use it to bolster her own speed as she stands still but instead aims it towards the other woman with the full intent of trying to knock her down. ]

[ Saber braces herself, throwing her sword in front of her. Still, the explosion of wind succeeds in throwing her off of her feet and propelling herself some further distance away from her opponent. Once the effects ceased, Saber twirls in midair to regain proper momentum and plant her boots onto solid ground once more.

She needs distance for something - something big, that much for sure. Her woman's intuition wouldn't lie in this case, and briefly, she thinks about whether or not she should summon her Theater... ]

[ In the distance there's a glimmer of gold and silver, a brilliant two-handed holy blade unsheathed from the magic that kept it hidden. Even from afar it's impossible to mistake it for anything else, but with the clouds in the sky as well as the dreary atmosphere between the two it may be easy to second guess.

Especially when the edges of the sword light up with gold as she lets it dangle towards the earth in thought. She's hesitant in something, in whatever she plans, but she thinks of her words. ]

Sir Gawain--[ She shouts loud enough for her to hear. ]--will be avenged on this very day for his death. For he did nothing to bring his lord to ruin, so this blade says!

[ The blade shines. Within it is the dream all warriors, past, present and future hold as their death approach. It shows as spirits rise up from the soil itself as though Saber were calling on the warriors of this land they were listening as though she were their king. Their sad, exalted dreams were being carried up within the sword which grows brighter by the second. Here she will carry their will alongside her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty.

Now, the undefeated king sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hand. ]

EXCALIBUR!

[ While she is capable of using it for mass destruction, the beam that heads straight towards the one clad in red is thinner with less destructive power behind it. Saber's a Servant, yes, but one with limits. So long as she remains in a broken pact with Shirou Emiya, she will always be held back.

Even with those limitations in play, the land of Britain stands by their king. ]

[ What a beautiful, yet tragic sword. For all the lines she could think up to describe the majesty of a legendary sword, to actually see it in person - there was something about it that marred its beauty. Though, now isn't the time to admire something most likely to kill her. Yet as she gazes in wonder, her eyes trying to take in the exact shape of the sword, could it really be...?

This is it.

Even if she attempts to close the distance now, it'd be too late; the risk outweighs the reward, and if she tries to get it point blank in hopes that the attack might throw off her opponent with a recoil, it'd be a fat chance. She didn't have any outward skills or Noble Phantasms that were primarily defensive, and yet-- ]

Tch! As though you were the only one who he led the path to loss for!

[ The very land is responding to that Noble Phantasm. Dodging's out of the question. In that case-- ]

I call upon the Muses! Protect this one's majestic soul in her hour of need!

[ In a flutter and twirl, Saber draws her sword close to her being, which dissipates in an aura of red energy as the magic is cast and she offers that essence to the skies above. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear the name of the Noble Phantasm being cast over her incantation. Fortunately, it kicks in just in time as the energy collides into her body with the force of an errant missile. ]

Agghk--!

[ Such strength. Wondrous power nearly threatens to shatter her being. She blanks out, surely having died on her very spot, and when the dust and winds clear and calm, her ravaged form could be spotted lying face down on the ground, unmoving.

If there were spectators, the victor would have been made clear. Her opponent might even have a moment to declare the match hers. However, not a moment or two passes does Saber's body twitch. That prayer she sent to the gods starts taking into effect. Though it pains the very fiber of her being, Saber manages to stand on her own two feet, glaring. ]

[ If there was weakness to be found in Saber's form, she doesn't show it easily. Having shoved the tip of the blade into the earth, she uses it as a crutch to maintain her balance as she stares out beyond her opponent. ]

I need to return to my Master's side.

[ She calmly speaks out towards Saber. That anger is gone and instead is replaced with stoicism. ] Before he worries.

[ She needs a moment to cough out the blood that clogged her throat. Ahem. ]

Then go - truly, this was an enlightening match. [ Wheeze. ] What your connection to that knight... I will ruminate as I recover.

Fare you well.

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[OPEN] yellow beauty burns gold

l is for lies because they only attract creepers and idiots

m is for might be right but at least she ranks higher than you on the character polls neener neener

n is for neener neener back at you since that's 'cause she's vintage

o is for OH YEAH SHE IS NOW SUCK IT

p is for penis where?

q is for queer because they totally want each other lbr

r is for roses are red and red is totally gonna mack on arty's rose

s is for sex which is what arty needs after this fight but isn't getting because shirou

t is for threesome would be better just like old times

u is for unlikely as in it's unlikely saber will ever need a threesome again okok

v is for vagina power is still good for the soul

w is for wat because type-moon

x is for xxx waifu game

y is for #YOLO!!!!

z is zero chance people will let us rp ever again

now you know our abc's

won't you come and mana transfer with me

nfg;lhfghfth okay my shit is lost i can't keep it up anymore

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