♕ prima voce [Open/Intro]
♕ Even before she could react to the presence of the servant, she was swooped up by someone, or rather, the exact servant in question. She was used to taking care in her self defense, being of the elite made it so she always had to be on guard. This sort of abduction could never be accomplished by some sort of assassin or normal hitman.
While she demanded to be unhanded, she spoke naught, for fear of him literally letting her go in mid air. Instead the icy glare she threw up at him would suffice until he safely unhanded her. When he followed up by pointing his spear at her and making demands she would place her hands on the spear, guiding it to the side. It was rude to point. From behind scarlet shades it was impossible for him to tell how annoyed she really was; but her voice would do the trick. ♕
"You are a Servant and I do not think you are in a position to be making demands.”
♕ Her tone was harsh, commanding, and strictly business. Any hopes of friendly chatter had been demolished when this aggressor had kidnapped her. The spear gave her a good indication of his class, but there was no need to state the obvious.
The silence gave way to Mitsuru’s thoughts…glancing him over she would remove her sunglasses to get a better look. Fixing a few fly away crimson hairs as she came to rest one of her fingertips on her chin in thought. The most pressing being why he was so insistent that she be his Master. She had to have reminded him of someone from his lifetime…but it would be silly to jump to conclusions. ♕
"I believe it is the Master that summons the Servant. Besides, how do you know what sort of Master I am, what I fight for? I could be some dictator who wishes to erase humanities existence, you would be willing to fight for such a skewed goal?"
Her gaze reminded him of many dragons he had faced in battle. Even through her eyewear he could feel the pressure of a domineering spirit. But even so, his spirit did not waver. Not even when face to face with such a woman. Obviously his way of approaching her was out of the norm, but he wasn't one to waste time. If there was something within his grasp, he would simply take it.
With her hands guiding his lance away from her, he quickly pulled the weapon to his side before letting it vanish from his grasp. Perhaps that was also a bit too much .Threatening a master that could soon tell him to commit suicide wasn't the best idea.
"I am a servant to no one as of yet."
A smart reply as he could easily just end the woman's life and move on. But that wasn't Kain's way of dealing with problems. It only took a few glances to know she was capable and wealthy. Factors that could raise the chances of his success was all he sought in a Master. If anything, their background, origin, and reason for including themselves into the war were all unimportant details.
As she removed her hair, the movement itself almost seemed extravagant. Everything about the woman seemed to ooze...affluence. This woman had power, wealth, and a social standing placing her in the top percentile of her world. So why was she here?
"We all fight for our own reasons in this war. I have mine and you have yours. However way we get there is by the Master's will. No matter what happens, the ends justify the means."
Returning his retort with one of his own would only solidify his undying will to fulfill his dream, his wish. While it could very well be true she wanted something of a cruel or evil nature, he wasn't about to judge her for it. If she was capable enough to get him to the end of this war, then he would follow behind her faithfully.