The Tenth Match

[realitymods]

Characters: Caster, Jackie, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The tenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.

“Do you have any sevens?” asked the king over a hand of cards.

“Go fish,” said the liar.

The king drew the last card from the pile between them, then put his hand away. The two players glanced over their own set of books, and then their opponent's. Weber nodded and got to his feet.

“Caster. Mr Estacado. Old legends live in you both, we know. And both of you hold great power for your stories. Regardless of what happens next, may your stories continue long into the future.”

Weber returned to his seat, and the king pulled out a board for backgammon.

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Caster didn't need to do much to prepare for her match. Her opponent was not a Servant--her victory was assured in that alone. But she had underestimated the magus girl and it had cost her dearly, so she had prepared in the only way she could. To all eyes, she disappeared. It was a unique talent of Servants that maintaining a physical body was something they had to consciously want, so it took energy. So as nothing more than energy, a spirit, Caster was storing and conserving the valuable, limited prana she would need to assure a quick victory.

So at first, it seemed that Caster did not appear in the arena, but she suddenly came into view, cloaked and hidden as always. And as she glanced at her opponent, she was suddenly glad that she had been cautious.

It was powerful. It was not Angra Mainyu, but it was so similar that it sent chills down her spine. She would not get close enough to sever that bond, so she only hoped that she would receive her victory quickly.

"My, please don't hold this against me, dear," she said, and the corners of her cloak flew out, and Caster took to the air, staff in hand.

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Rider had suspected as soon as he had been able to come to the Plane that other Servants would follow. He had little in terms of magical sensitivity since he had none when he was alive, but as soon as Caster let down her shields, he felt the outpouring of energy. Rider went to the stadium expecting to see his Caster, but it was a cloaked woman. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully--it was certainly a Servant, and it could only be a Caster, but he did not know her.

But it mattered little. Rider did not sit to watch the spectacle. He had little interest in it. He had known of the matches and listened carefully for familiar names, but none had come up. He had no taste for bloodshed outside of war.

Now that he was here, though, it was his duty as King to confront the ones who oversaw these matches. He did not think they could be stopped (it was as pointless as trying to stop the Grail Wars), but he would at least talk.

So he approached the box and knocked.