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Characters: Luke fon Fabre and you!
Setting: Dorms (on the network, and in room 3-14), Meadow Floor
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Luke got the best gift ever for Christmas, and now it's time to show it off.
Warnings: Luke being a dork, possible violence.

[There's a very excited Luke on the screens on Christmas day, so happy and bright you can practically see the sun beams radiating off his face.]

Guys! You won't believe what I found in my trunk!

[At that declaration, he leans back a bit, easily hefting up a bastard sword and showing it off to the camera. Aw yeah, look who back in business! He swung it around a moment, before sliding it into the sheath on his back.]

I definitely need to train with it. I'll be on the meadow floor in an hour if you want to spar!

[A pause, before...]

Yu-sensei! You better be there! I need to show you what I can really do now that I've got a sword that fits me!

[Spoilers: it's not going to be much different from the usual.]

[Luke's not going to be answering his network post, but he is hanging around his dorm room for awhile, doing a few sets up push ups by his trunk for a bit, and then making sure his new sword is nice and sharp after that.]

[Once he's ready, he'll be heading up for the Meadow floor, and he can be found there, doing some practice swings to get used to the heavier weight. He's so itching for an opponent that it's painfully obvious.]

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It's alright; I'm glad it was just you were sick, not going crazy.

[He grinned slightly at that.]

Yeah. I'm used to bigger swords.

As am I. I was worried I had gone insane.

[Bringing the shinai off her shoulder, she stepped into a neutral stance.]

Shall I test you?

[Luke's eyes went from the shinai back to Saber, his unease obvious.]

...you're not gonna kill me, right?

No. I have no reason to kill you. [He wasn't an abomination anymore and Saber wasn't lost in the darkness of her own corruption.]

Besides, if I was going to kill you, I would not be using a practice sword.

[Right... he should realize these things already.]

Well, I'm used to landing on my ass, so... that should be fine.

We shall do something different then. Try to strike me. I will only defend.

[Under normal circumstances, he might have raised objections to having to strike at a woman. But... this was Saber; he was pretty sure she was more bad ass than he was.]

All right.

[He readied himself, waiting for her indication that she was ready before moving to attack.]

[Nor did she consider herself a woman. While Luke took his stance, Saber extended her prana along the shinai, strengthening it. Otherwise, the bamboo sword would be easily cut by the bastard sword.

Her stance remained neutral and she nodded. Waited.]

[Albert style was a one handed fighting style that did not rely on a shield. Even with a sword as large and heavy as a bastard sword, Luke wielded the blade with ease as he brought it crashing down on her wooden sword.]

[Despite having absolutely no need to use two hands, she kept both on the shinai as she easily parried Luke's sword as if she knew exactly where he was going to attack.

Because she did. The blade was turned aside as the knight pivoted and let his momentum take himself right past her.]

[As expected, Luke went right by her, though he was getting better at recovery. Instead of fumbling like an idiot, he skidded along the snow, turning himself around to face her, before charging again.]

[And again, she parried, letting him past her.]

Charging like that only works when you know you can overwhelm your opponent. Otherwise you leave your flank open to the skilled swordsman.

Tch...

[He liked opening his attacks with just a simple combo, and then launching into the more complicated stuff. Unfortunately with his style, simple stuff involved a lot of charging. So... maybe he should do something different for a change? Didn't Yu say it was dumb to follow patterns anyway?]

[Luke readied himself... before charging again. Only this time he stopped before she had the opportunity to side step on him again, bringing his sword down hard and then jumping up, almost like he was trying to split her in half.]

[CRACK!

Her shinai came up to block the attack and then she used her leverage - sometimes being five feet tall had its advantages - to shove him backward.]

Better. There was some strength in that attack.

[Luke skidded back along the snow, taking a moment to grin at the compliment.]

Albert style's a bit different from what I've seen other people using. I guess it focuses more on hitting hard.

[...well, mostly how he learned it.]

[Saber shifts the shinai's hilt down by her hip and slides a foot forward, but still she waits.]

Show me this special attack you have. I wish to see it.

[Luke stopped cold at that, looking like his stomach just landed into his feet.]

Uh... I dunno if I should. It doesn't always work, and my original will probably kill me if I accidentally blow up half the Tower...

[...assuming he survived.]

If you concentrate properly and focus it on me, you shall be fine. You cannot harm me, Luke. And if you target me, I will control the energy.

[She'd probably need to use Excalibur, but the noble phantasm can be in her hand in less than a moment's notice.]

You want me to fire it... at you?!

[Excuse him while he boggles for a moment.]

NO WAY! That's way too dangerous! You could be killed!

[With a sigh, Saber drops the shinai and dark energy coalesces about her, forming her blackened armor. The visor covers her face and she has Excalibur in hand, the black and red prana swirling about the sword. In fact, that same prana constantly swirls about her body like a dark steam.]

You cannot kill me, Luke. It would be unwise to ever think you can. I am of the Saber Class. Now. Let me see it.

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B-but...

[There's still that whole thing where he can't always get it to work, and the fact that it's completely obliterated everything else has him really worried. He let out a worried noise, glancing around ~~nevermind that Asch was probably watching the whole thing without his knowledge~~, gnawing on his lip.]

F-fine, but if it looks like you can't block it, you've gotta run for it!

[Luke let out a breath, shaking out his hands. Okay... now, just to do it like that one time on the boat, only the opposite of what Van told him to do. Just like when he helped break Yu out of that shield. He could... he could do this.]

[He held his hands up toward Saber, focusing on the tiny sounds around him; hearing them, sensing them, letting them come into his body and gather at his finger tips. As he concentrated, his hands, arms started glowing, that warmth spreading to engulf his entire body...]

[Eventually, Saber will tell Luke that she met Asch. How else would she know he had a special attack? As he concentrated and prepared himself, Saber did not move. Her eyes stayed on him as she paid attention to her gut, to her Instinct, and prepared to use Excalibur as Vortigern.

She was ready.]

[Luke forced himself to breathe, trembling as he squeezed his eyes shut. Please don't hurt her, please don't hurt her...]

[But he was loosing control fast; he couldn't stop the intake, and as much as he tried, it wasn't just... blasting off, not like the last few times he had done this. Luke panicked, trying to force it back, but instead it exploded around him all at once, completely obliterating everything around him as it encroached on Saber.]

[The moment before it went wrong, Saber just KNEW she had to act. Her Instinct was never wrong and she moved faster than the human eye could easily follow using Prana Burst, to eliminate the distance between them.

Arm wrapping about Luke's waist, she held him against her and spun with Excalibur extended into Vortigern. The enormous black and red blade pulsing with dark energy created something akin to a barrier of Saber's prana about them, absorbing the force of the explosion.

Oh, Saber felt it, but being of the Saber Class, she was naturally resistant to such things. Her concern was to protect Luke. Any cracks in her armor and her shattered visor were unimportant. Once the explosion died down, she retracted her noble phantasm and lowered the blade.]

[The glow died from around Luke as his power faded, and he half crumpled in her grasp, falling limply against her.]

...t-told you...