randomosity | [For Saft] On the Eve of Battle

Rider kept his grip solid upon her before jumping from their tree, into another and down to the ground, trying to feel out with his senses where the mines were. Hoping beyond hope that they didn't go off accidentally.

He couldn't summon his chariot. Not here, there wasn't enough space. So Rider thrust the sword of Kupriotes into the air and let lightning crash around them. Probably not the smartest idea, given their proximity to explosives. But he needed his horse at least.

Bucephalus was summoned. The great black horse stood obediently as Rider jumped into the saddle and held Saft carefully in the saddle before him. Then he kicked the horse in the sides and rushed forward towards the other clearing.

Saft braced her back up against Rider's stomach and took hold of the horse's mane, Out of Rider's two main transport choices, Bucephalus was definitely one she favoured over the chariot. He was just as much as an ally as Iskandar was.

"...I hope this works!"

Bucephalus' hooves thundered against the ground as they rushed through the trees. Rider could hear Assassin behind them and he urged his horse on faster. No one was faster than Rider. No one. As they finally reached the clearing, Rider tugged back on the reins and held the Sword of Kupriotes out, turning Bucephalus in the direction of Assassin.

He was quiet; focused. It was a rare portrait of Iskandar, King of Conquerors, in his element and taking things seriously.

Saft didn't say a word, she was just as tense as her servant and seeing him so focused for once actually has her impressed and slightly worried. She's seen him like this before when facing Caster or even when she was mentioned.

She furrows her brows bracing herself for Assassin's arrival once he turned up she would set off her trap for him.

Rider was silent as he listened for any changing sounds or change in the wind. For a long moment, there was nothing, but he could sense eyes upon them. Suddenly he sensed danger, and on instinct his arm covered Saft's exposed body..

...just in time to block her from being hit with Assassin's thrown knives.

"Blast," he hissed. Not out of pain, necessarily, but frustration. "COME OUT OF THE SHADOWS, COWARD! FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!"

Rider hated Caster with a passion. But out of all the other servants, it was Assassin he hated most.

"Rider-!" Oh god...Oh god, those were meant for her but he took the hit for her instead. This wasn't supposed to happen. Her eyes widen and quiver as she starts to tear up but knows she can't cry on the battle field so she wipes at her face and narrows her eyes.

...the bastard had to pay. She'd make him pay. Assassin wasn't going to get away with harming Rider like that. She lifts an arm and scowls, almost snarling with how much rage she felt inside.

"JUST BURN IN HELL, ALREADY!"

And with that she snapped her finger detonating an explosion off in the woods, triggering more and more off as they went.

Of course he took the hit for her. Forget that she was his Master and he her Servant; he wasn't about to let anything happen to her. He was going to protect her at the cost of his life - which is something only two people in all of history could likely boast. Despite the pain and the anxiety at the overwhelming likelihood that he'd been poisoned, Rider smiled when he saw Saft wipe away her tears.

Her strength was growing. And he couldn't have been prouder.

The explosion startled Bucephalus, and the horse reared up into the air, neighing loudly. He wanted to bolt, but Rider wouldn't allow it. He held tight to the reins as the heat from the explosion hit his face. For a moment he was silent, just reaching out with his senses, trying to see if Assassin had been caught in the blaze.

Suddenly his senses went off and Rider hurled his sword with all his might to the left - just in time to spear Assassin to a nearby tree.

Once Assassin is speared, Saft takes it upon herself to scout out the area, sliding off Bucephalus' back. Where Assassin was his master couldn't be far behind unless he had been sent out here to attack on his own. Saft kept forgetting she was one of the few masters that actually never left her servant out of her sight. Mainly because she just felt safer in his presence even if he was rather loud at times.

She turned back to Rider who was dealing with the other servant and watched from a safe distance, she'd only approach Assassin if she deemed it worthwhile. Still he spoke out. Just as Rider had the determination to keep her safe, she also felt the need to look out for his wellfare, even though he seemed to be pretty good at that himself.

"Rider, Your arm..."

Rider's not to keen on letting her go, but she stays within sight, thank Zeus. He watches her carefully even as he approaches Assassin. Slowly Rider drops from the saddle. He grabs the other Servant by the neck and pins Assassin against the tree. Only then does Iskandar pull his sword from the other Servant's chest and quickly brings it up to decapitate him. Assassin returns to the ether in a burst of golden light. Rider stands with zero regret upon his face.

Only then does he hear Saft. Only then does he turn and look to her with the pure seriousness of the conqueror on his face.

"It's fine. A scratch," with a flourish of his fur-trimmed cloak he turns and is beside her again, looking down and evaluating her. "You're not hurt? The cur didn't hit you somehow, did he?"

"No, You managed to keep me safe the whole time...I'm just-" She frowns some. She's angry at herself for ever allowing Rider to pay the price for her mess up. If she had put more thought into her place and thought everything through he wouldn't have been hurt like this.

"I'm sorry, It's my fault Assassin even managed to do that to you... I should have put more things in place to make sure that didn't happen." Saft tucks some hair behind her ear, She's not even going to ask for his arm. She's taking it for herself not even caring whether or not he'd give her permission to inspect it further.

"...You're lucky it was just your arm. I'm not much of a healer but I'm sure I can clean it up just a little."

"It's merely a scratch, woman," Rider roughly pulls his arm away. "You fear too much. It is not the Master's job to protect the Servant!"

The remark is cold and angry. He doesn't mean it to be. But he should have been faster. She shouldn't have been at risk in the first place. Rider hates this feeling; as if he's failed her. As if he could have done better.

"Assassin is dead, one less Servant to be concerned with," He grumbles, looking over the wound and evaluating it for poison. So far, so good.

She falls silent, sullen even. It was one thing to be angry with herself but when Rider gives her the cold treatment, things tend to hurt a little more than usual, But then she frowns some. Honestly, who does he think he is?!

"Excuse you! This woman is allowed to fear all she wants! Infact I think I fear the right amount!" You can never fear enough. "And another thing! I don't know what emotional constipation you're going through right now, Moron but get over it! I'm fed up of seeing you like this Rider! I haven't known you long but this-!

...This isn't you. It's okay to be afraid. But usually you're not...I mean that's not to say no one can't ever be afraid but you're not the kind of guy who is."

That's right Rider, your master is scolding you.

"If it means having to use a command seal to bring you back I will... I just...we....we can't win the grail like this if we aren't honest with each other."

Her reply almost startles him, which he shouldn't. He should really know her better by now. Rider tenses when she yells at him, but his expression turns stern when she speaks of fear.

He doesn't appreciate the scolding.

"Listen to me now. The path of fear is not the way of the conqueror. Fear has no place in my heart, nor should it be in yours. There is no enemy I cannot conquer, you know this!" It's as much a promise to himself as to her. "Use your command seals if you must. I cannot stop you. But you said it yourself - without honesty, we will not win the Grail. I've always been honest; your utilization of the command seals is not something you're willing to do, is it?"

He knows that much well enough.

"No." She replies softly as she brings her hand up to look upon her seals. "I could never force you to do something against your will...As much as I want to win and knowing that the only way to do that is to use whatever force necessary the seals...they're not something I agree with."

She lowers her hand and sighs.

"You keep telling me I shouldn't be afraid but I am... not just for what's ahead of us but for you. I'm scared that when the time comes I'll wind up losing just about the greatest friend I've ever had and it'll be all my fault because I wasn't up to this.

I'm not cut out to be anyone's master, Rider let alone yours...If you want to part ways now before I'm in far too much over my head then I'll gladly give up my seals for you. Just so you can reach your goal...At least you have a dream."

He listens, very carefully he listens to her as she expresses everything he believes she truly feels in her heart. And after a long moment he turns towards her and stands right in front of her, looking down with a grave expression for a long moment. Until finally he moves...

Finally he reaches down, grabbing her chin in one palm and gripping just enough to hold her in place. To keep her from moving as he leans down, way down, and presses his lips tight against hers.

Rider holds the kiss for a long moment, then he pulls away slowly, his expression still stern.

"No," that's all he says, shaking his head before continuing. "You are my Master, I would have it no other way. You have a dream, if you would but let yourself give in to freedom and feel free to pursue it."

That's all he says before moving on, stepping away to retrieve his sword and leave the battlefield.

The kiss takes her by surprise, She's not sure if she should fight or just go with it. But during the moment of Rider's kiss all she can hear is the sound of her own beating heart, it's slow and calming much like waves slowly crashing upon rocks.

It sounds like the ocean...?

When Rider pulls away she just stares up at her servant wide-eyed. Much like a deer caught in headlight, her cheeks tinted a faint pink. Her first kiss was stole by a man...no, so much more than that. A king.

When Rider walks away to retrieve his sword, Saft moves back on over towards Bucephulous, taking his reins and lost in her own thoughts as she gently pets Rider's trusted steed.

Could it be.... Could Rider really be a part of my dream?

Rider heard his own heart in his eardrums during that kiss. Waves crashing on the shore...Oceanus. Just as before, just as he'd desired. Just as he'd dreamed so long ago.

His dream hadn't changed, it seemed.

He wipes his sword on the grass to clean it of Assassin's blood. Then he returns to Bucephalus and smirks as she just stands there so idly. "If that's all it takes to silence you, perhaps I should do it more often."

He's teasing, there's a laugh in his tone. But in truth, he's just as shaken by the act as she. He can still taste her on his lips, which he can't help but lick. Then he gets up and into the saddle, reaching down to offer her his hand. "Are you coming? Or would you prefer to stay here?"

Saft blinks as Rider speaks to her and offers his hand down for hers. She's still unsure how she react to something like that, She's not the type to swoon and throw herself at someone but at the same time she doesn't think it's appropriate to snap at her servant and scold him even further for his actions even though that's normally the route she would follow.

"N-No, I'm coming."

Saft takes Rider's hand and pulls herself up onto the huge black steed taking a deep sigh once she's sat on her usual spot on Bucephalus' saddle and then brushes one of her bangs behind her ears, a habit she often fell into when she was slightly nervous around someone.

"Hn..."

His annoyance and anger are completely gone now. Rider is far too amused with her reaction and how she stammers when she speaks to him. He can't help his boasting now and the pride that surges through him. As she settles into the saddle, he wraps an arm around her and leans down to whisper a tease to her.

"Congratulations, not all have earned a kiss from the King of Conquerors and remained standing, as you have," he burst out laughing, kicking Bucephalus in the sides for him to ride forward, out of the forest.

He had been teasing her?!

She had gotten herself all flustered over her first kiss all for nothing?! Well now that just makes her blush all that much harder and she takes a little offence over that.

"You J-jerk!" She snaps at him. "You're not supposed to do things like that! I didn't give you any kind of consent to be so... so casual with me! I might have been saving that for someone else for all you know!"

Edited 2016-05-11 16:52 (UTC)

His words had been the tease - but his kiss had been genuine. Rider's never been a good communicator; so when she reacts that way, he furrows his brow and tilts his head.

"You were promised to another? Ah...but no, few are 'promised' to each other anymore...perhaps you have a lover I am not aware of?" He listed possible explanations for her anger. "But it hardly matters, does it? None can compare with the King of Conquerors!!"

Iskandar glanced down and saw the expression on her face. "...you are angry? What for?" He was truly confused. Emotions were clearly not his strong suit.

"It's nothing like that...I just-"

She sighs and looks away again, She can't be falling for her servant, surely? It's embarrassing to be talking about something so personal to someone who barely knows how she feels about matters of the heart.

"You're right. Things are different now than what they must have been like before for you. I guess back in your time women or girls like me didn't get a say in who they wound up with but now it's different. You have to take time to know someone before they exchange anything like a kiss or even something more. They date or at least take time to know something about the other person.

So you kissing me right now...I'm not sure how I feel about that."

Iskandar sat up and nodded slowly. He understood now! ...or at least he thought he did - which was the same thing, at least in his mind.

"Ah, you feel as though I have invaded your privacy," he nodded slowly, bringing a hand up to stroke his beard. "But if I may point out to you - those lines are blurred for us. We are Servant and Master, you and I; just in case you've forgotten. We should not have such concepts of privacy and there should be no secrets between us. It would be poison for our partnership, and it would eventually lead to our undoing.

"Additionally, again in case you've forgotten, I am ISKANDAR! KING OF CONQUERORS! Boundaries mean little to me as a rule. Another word for 'conqueror' is indeed 'invader'. It is in my nature to move forward, never retreat. Regardless of whether I am on the battlefield or in matters of emotions. I will not retreat in either case.

"FURTHERMORE, if I may offer my opinion," ...which he was going to do anyway, regardless of whether or not it was necessarily wanted... "People of your time are too guarded. You shy away from emotions and matters of the heart out of fear. I SAY UNTO ALL OF THIS TIME PERIOD! DO NOT FEAR YOUR EMOTIONS, FOR THEY ARE WHAT FUELS YOU, WHAT MAKES YOU STRONG!! BE NOT A SLAVE TO YOUR FEAR!"

The gospel according to Iskandar, King of Conquerors.

"That kind of thing might be easy for you, but for me? Not so much." She smirks a little to herself, She herself had said earlier that they both needed to be more open with each other and she's actually really glad for once. This is the first time in days Rider's actually lightened up and if she managed to do that all by herself who knows what else she's able to do?

"Listen. I'll tell you what..." She starts. "I'm still not really sure what I want out of any of this. But it seems you do. So I'm prepared to make a deal with you, King of Conquerors. If you're prepared to negotiate on my terms of course."

Edited 2016-05-11 17:37 (UTC)

"It is difficult only because you make it so. If you put your mind to it, especially your stubborn mind, you will accomplish anything."

He tugs the reins and stops Bucephalus at that last remark.

"CONQUERORS DO NOT NEGOTIATE!" That's his proclamation. But he relaxes after a moment and looks down to her. "That being said, I will hear you all the same. Perhaps your terms coincide with my own."

Awww I'm sorry!! (And Sorry for my slow too - had some health issues)

It's fine hun, Hope you're okay though ;;

Yeah, I'm good now, everything SHOULD be resolved :)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

[Puts on Fate/Zero OST whilst she writes this tag orz...Because EMOTIONS]

YUUUP - "The Legend" is absolutely playing in my brain over this...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

CONQUERORS DON'T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS - I'm SO sorry that line just made me bust out laughing