[For Saft] On the Eve of Battle

[ranthatbitchover]

He had sensed Archer and his master here. Against his wishes they were hiding in the foliage of the forest, waiting for a sign of movement in the dark. This just wasn't his style, and it showed in how he fidgeted.

If Rider had his way, he would be leading the charge into the trees and barreling through everything until he found Archer and broke him. Literally broke him.

...but that's not what Saft wanted. So he knelt beneath the taller trees, fidgeting in discomfort. Desperately his eyes searched for a sign of movement.

"...anything yet?" Rider asked, almost whining. He was whispering, as best he could anyway - it was a normal speaking level for anyone else.