Arwyn Cadfael Penrith & Saber
15th of December, 2004
Night (Phase 1-3)
Lee Valley Park
The young white-haired girl grasped your hand with a soft smile on her face.
“So be it, Arywn Cadfael Penrith.”
A moment later, Ilya gave the white-haired man a playful wink.
“No takesy-backsies now, Ari.”
Behind Ilya’s back, Sella let out a deep sigh while rubbing her forehead in exasperation. It was clear that the prim and proper looking maid did not wholly approve of the situation at hand. Leysritt for her part gave Arwyn a thumbs up… while at the same time wiggling another wooden stick in her other hand. It was clear that the slightly airheaded maid had gotten completely the wrong idea about the situation.
Or perhaps she was simply horrifyingly perceptive of the situation you had just gotten yourself into.
Letting go of your hand, the young girl turned around and started to stride towards the still fighting Servants. If anything, the fight had intensified even further to the point where you were incapable of making out even the figures of the two clashing Heroic Spirits. A rain of lightning and thunder was all that was visible and somewhere in the middle of it, you could sense the presence of Saber. Not through your eyes or ears, but through a connection that felt as if it ran deeper than anything else you had ever felt.
In the distance, you could hear a clap and Ilya’s youthful voice.
“Right, right. Time to wrap up, you two.”
The earth around Saber was exploding.
With fluid motion more reminiscent of dance than actual combat, Saber weaved through the seemingly endless torrent of azure. The power of each singular bolt of electricity wasn’t much to speak about, but it was the quantity that was truly terrifying. More than enough to overwhelm most Heroic Spirits, no doubt. But to Saber’s eyes, it was too simplistic and founded on raw quantity. Too… straightforward. Compared to the exchange Saber had just had with Saver, the roaring thunder moved only in a straight line.
And as you were now, something like that could never strike you.
A nearby bolt struck the earth next to the sword maiden, propelling some half-molten fragments of the ground towards Saber at supersonic speeds. Not even bothering to glance at the incoming fragments, a single casual flourish of Saber’s blade shattered all of them en route, as the raven-haired swordswoman suddenly moved towards her target aiming to take advantage of the gap before the next wave of attacks. With a whoomp that signified the breaking of the sound barrier, Saber accelerated towards Saber, buffeting the entire charred clearing with violent winds.
Saver barely managed to block your incoming blow in time with the butt of his engraved spear, stopping your blade a mere inch from his throat. The servant of salvation had a joyful, almost exuberant grin on his face the other end of the spear came up from below in an upwards swing, seemingly aiming to take advantage of Saber’s positioning!
“Right, right. Time to wrap up, you two.”
Only to be instantly stopped mid-air by the words of a young girl.
Saver let out an exasperated, albeit filled with a hint of amusement, sigh as he lowered his spear and took a step back from Saber.
“It would seem that while the fight between us remains inconclusive, your Master has lost the clash of wills. Not surprising, I suppose, cons...”
Ilya’s eyes suddenly narrowed in suspicion.
“Hmmm… and
why would you say that, Saver? Would you kindly explain what kind of a Master do you think I am?”
As the teal-haired Saver suddenly fell into a spluttering of excuses, Ilya merely gave a huff and turned away from her Servant, leaving the thunder flinging Servant to rub his own hair in a rather sheepish fashion.
Now facing the sword-wielding maiden, the ruby-eyed homunculus gave the Servant a rather cheery wave.
“Nice to meet you, Saber. My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. And this ungrateful guy...” The white-aired homunculi points towards the spear-wielding Servant, who simply shrugged his shoulders with a grin. “...is Saver.”
“Pleased to be working with you!”