Then Saber puts up her sword, and Perseus withdraws his serpent-swathed head, and hero and spear-carrier fade to nothing. "Good," Saber says, approving. "That's exactly how you'll need to sound tomorrow. You'll have to miss Lancer's Master--he's no good to us if his Master is dead. But make it a near miss."
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Date: 2012-09-06 10:09 pm (UTC)