"Saber class servant, Galahad, at your service." The white haired youth begun "So master has the grail war started yet?" The knight of the round table looked upon his master to assess him. His master looked to be an older man with broad shoulders, graying hair, and a short white beard. At first glance Galahad may have mistaken him for a fellow knight if not for the fact that he knew his master was a magus participating in this war and himself a servant.

His master reached out to shake Galahad's hand, the command seals on the back of his master's hand plain as day. The knight was hesitant at first before deciding to return the kind gesture to the old man. "Yes. I am sorry to say it has, saber." The old man answered "and where are my manners, my name's Ritsuka." He introduced himself as his blue eyes looked at Galahad with a sort of empty joy.

Galahad furrowed his row, confused at the look that his master has given him. "Master Ritsuka is something the matter." Questioned the pure knight as his master seemed to correct the expression to a more relaxed smile. "No it's nothing…" Ritsuka paused to choose his words carefully "You just remind me of an old friend is all."

Galahad chose to not press any further since it felt like a sensitive topic for Ritsuka and opted instead to look around the room he was summoned in. It was sparse with accommodations for only one. "Master Ritsuka, I don't mean to be rude but is this really our base of operations for this war?" Galahad said as he stepped out of the summoning circle, which was painted on the floor where the carpets were peeled away. Ritsuka shook his head as a slight smile graced his lips.

"Where we are right now isn't close to the war." The old master said as he started to cover the summoning circle with the carpets. "This is just a hotel that were staying in for a while." That statement caught the servant's attention. Why was he summoned so far from the grail war? Was he the last servant to be summoned? How far along was the war?

"But we aren't that far either." Ritsuka said as he took a seat on the bed "It should only take a few hours before we enter the area proper." Galahad visibly relaxed at that statement. He shouldn't be this nervous and normally he wouldn't be, but since he was summoned as a saber and not a shielder he is in a form resembling more of his years as a fledgling knight.

An immature body.

One before his exploits.

"Then let's go right now!" Galahad anxiously shouted, his body gaining a rigid posture. Ritsuka was taken aback by the Saber's words for a brief moment before chuckling to himself. He remembers someone who also had this disposition to prove them self. "Alright. Alright." Ritsuka lazily held out his hands in an attempt to ease Galahad "Just let me contact the wars supervisor first okay."

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In a small chapel within the city of Las Vegas a nun had finished the call with the last participant to enter the Holy Grail War. She swept some of her red hair back into her habit as she took out a cigar and lit it with a small silver lighter. "Hey Ruler did you get all that." The nun said as the smell of her smoke wafted through the church.

The man known as Ruler gave the slightest hint of acknowledgement as he stared at the mosaic glass above the cross. His figure obscured by shadows but it was still plain to see the servant's extravagant robes. Ruler than raised his arm right to his face and as the sleeves fell to his elbow the multiple command seals running down his arm became visible.

"This war can now begin in earnest." Ruler declared.

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True enough to his master's word it had only taken a couple hours before the lights of Las Vegas became visible to see. And as they entered the city through way of car Galahad held a contemplative look towards Ritsuka. The man treated him with a familiarity beyond that of simply knowing his legend, it's as if he had met the knight before.

The ride to this 'sin city', as his master called it, gave light to more of Ritsuka's peculiarities. Letting him stay in physical form was odd enough but to even go as far as to give him clothes to wear outside of the armor he was summoned in.

At the very least he can say his relationship with his master would be a friendly one.

He adjusted his leather jacket as he looked out the window, taking in all the sighs this city had. Ritsuka had his eyes focused on the road, the expression on his aged face hardened. Faster than Ritsuka could even think his servant had already thrown him out the car and soon followed him.

Mere moments after the two tumbled out of the still moving vehicle it had exploded and Galahad had raised his shield up to protect him and his master. The explosion lit up the night and had there been anyone else nearby they would have surely been reduced to a burnt stain in the pavement.

"Someone's after us already." Ritsuka stated "Saber do you sense any servants close by?"

"None at all master." Galahad answered. Ritsuka stroked his beard as he contemplated the next move. "we could be dealing with an archer or assassin class servant." He mused "or even a caster who set a trap for us."

"Unlikely to be the latter, master." The knight of the round spoke as he slowly approached the burning wreckage, an arrow stuck in the metal sludge that had once been the engine. "Be on guard master, I fear that the enemy is not done yet." Ritsuka nodded as he rose to his feet.

Another arrow was shot, this time the pair had seen it much earlier than the last. The old master having just barely dodged it with his reinforced jump. The arrow was without a doubt burning without even coming close to the burning car. Which meant that this arrow, and maybe even the one before it, had already been aflame before it flew.

Ritsuka loosened the tie around his neck as he looked at Galahad "Saber, head to the top of the buildings. The enemy is shooting at us from above." The knight hesitated "but master what abou-" his master had cut him off "I'll catch up, I'm just a bit slower than a servant is all."

And with his master's confirmation The peerless knight takes to the sky reaching the roof of the tower with ease. The servants gazed swept through the sky line until he found his target. An archer in white and red armor, their bow alight with flame as they prepared to fire once more.