Tyrant and Savior @legendasalvatoris
It was not often the the corrupted king felt the necessity to patrol the city, after all, there were only a few that remained who could oppose her and her Master and they would come to halt the Grail's summoning in due time. For now, she marched through the deserted streets of Fuyuki, heavy armour rattling with every step. Even as she was, Saber was not found of what the Grail's taint had done to her once mobile battle garb. It was stiff and encumbering, but her enhanced strength more then compensated in most areas.
Venomous golden hues scanned her surroundings, something on the edge of her senses having brought her here. As with the Fourth War, it seemed that the city's people knew instinctively to remove themselves, yet why did it feel as if someone was there? It would take either a Servant of magus of incredible power to even register to her, but surely those left wouldn't be foolish enough to broadcast their presence.
"This must be another side effect of the corruption." She thought to herself, attempting to rationalize her senses being thrown off so. "One more round should not hurt though." The black king decided as she resumed her round. As she turned down another street, Saber eyed a lone figure in the distance. Could this be the individual she thought she had sensed? With little caution, the tainted Servant approached the person, swiftly identifying it as a blue haired male. "It is far from wise to be out at this time, care to explain yourself, boy?" Her tone was firm, cold, despite the fact that the young man was quite a bit taller then her.