... I was thinking, might as well make it as corny as possible. And that is, in the end, a Shito body. So ...
He sighed in disgust and released those ... Fields ... the amber snapping out of existence even as he spoke.
"Alright. So, I'm stuck here? And you had to go and take the easy way out away from me," he grumbled. "Not like you actually knew whatever ritual you used would yank me over, so not too much point in doing that. I guess we'll just have to play this little game of yours and see what comes of it."
"So ... you don't even know about the War ..." she shook her head. "This sucks."
"Tell me about it. So, what do I call you, anyway?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"What ... class? ... were you trying to summon, anyway?"
"Servant Saber."
He snorted. "Right. I'd just as soon lop my own foot off with a sword as manage to hurt somebody else with it."
"Great," she grumbled.
"You're not so hot yourself, kid," he paused, eyes going momentarily vacant before. "Oh, no. No. You've got to be kidding me."
"What? What?!"
He stretched a hand outwards, and grasped ... a red spear, two long prongs extending from where the point should have been.
"Apparently, somebody's got a sense of humor," he informed her. "Servant Lancer, at your ... service. Reluctantly, mind you. Name's Griever."
"Tohsaka Rin."
Nope, both of them thought. This was definitely not the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
He sighed in disgust and released those ... Fields ... the amber snapping out of existence even as he spoke.
"Alright. So, I'm stuck here? And you had to go and take the easy way out away from me," he grumbled. "Not like you actually knew whatever ritual you used would yank me over, so not too much point in doing that. I guess we'll just have to play this little game of yours and see what comes of it."
"So ... you don't even know about the War ..." she shook her head. "This sucks."
"Tell me about it. So, what do I call you, anyway?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"What ... class? ... were you trying to summon, anyway?"
"Servant Saber."
He snorted. "Right. I'd just as soon lop my own foot off with a sword as manage to hurt somebody else with it."
"Great," she grumbled.
"You're not so hot yourself, kid," he paused, eyes going momentarily vacant before. "Oh, no. No. You've got to be kidding me."
"What? What?!"
He stretched a hand outwards, and grasped ... a red spear, two long prongs extending from where the point should have been.
"Apparently, somebody's got a sense of humor," he informed her. "Servant Lancer, at your ... service. Reluctantly, mind you. Name's Griever."
"Tohsaka Rin."
Nope, both of them thought. This was definitely not the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm