But y'know what? Show off if you've got the muscle. Chiron can't say anything given he's been reunited with his bow and has been carrying it around like a golden club.]
In that case, mind if I join you? It seems the train station is one of the few safe spaces left to me.
[Okay, but now he's curious. Hansa shifts back into a kneeling position, before standing, hands placed on his hips. His grin is wide - and quite honestly, there's almost a boyish sort of glimmer in his eye.]
Sure. Go for it. Show me your incredible strength, Archer.
Because Chiron is more than happy to oblige. Placing his bow gently on the ground, he'll approach, arms for the moment folded behind his back. Oh yes, they could go straight into a spar, but he'd rather ease into this. Enjoy the moment and all that.]
Your balance is good, correct? To be an Overseer in a war, I assume you'd need plenty of physical prowess.
[Holding out one singular hand then]
Here -- balance yourself. I will lift you into the air.
[...He can't help but think what a once-in-a-lifetime experience this is. Chiron, legendary centaur of Greek mythology, grand tutor of the greatest heroes, now offering to just lift him up s if he weighed nothing more than a feather. Hansa isn't starstruck, not really, but he knows that a brush between legends and mortal men is not something to sneeze at. He's merely a neutral Overseer, and Servants are used as the chessboard pieces of stupid mages who don't know better, so it wasn't like encounters between him and Servants would be that common. He'd be dealing more with the Masters than anyone else. But here, and now, outside of a war, with no Masters in sight...]
[Well, maybe its a bit childish to think, but...its kind of magical, isn't it?]
[He places his hand in Chiron's, grasping it firmly. Chiron should be able to detect that the firmness seems...overt, like grasping the hand of a doll instead of flesh and blood.]
That's the type of grip that demands thorough questioning, but as that would be a distraction in this moment, Chiron sets his thoughts aside for now. Instead he'll nod, the grip is sufficient, but:]
Now I want you to do a handstand on mine.
[It's no fun if Chiron is the only one doing the work here. That's the price he expects for seeing any of his strength.]
[Acrobatics? In this murdergame?? More likely than you think.]
You sure are asking a lot out of this poor priest. But fine.
[He's really not the type who sees himself as graceful. He'd easily describe himself as destructive, yes, physically ruthless, and doing nice pretty things isn't exactly his aesthetic. But Chiron is right - Overseers have to have the physical capability to fill their respective roles, so a handstand like this is hardly too much effort.]
[He judges his grip on Chiron, and after a few seconds, he leaps up, as limber as anything, shifting his body over and upward as his other hand tucks itself behind his back. He makes this look way too easy, grinning upside down over at the centaur as his body shifts into practically a straight line.]
Hm, I don't recall the Grail gifting me knowledge on that.
[Was Cirque Du Soleil even around during the Romania Holy Grail War? Also Hansa better appreciate that the ancient centaur maybe cracked a joke about the arbitrariness of the Grail's gifts.
Ah, but look at that -- he was correct in putting some faith in Hansa's physical abilities, and watches with a healthy amount of respect as the man hefts his body up into a straight line of muscle and balance. Just because he was divine since birth doesn't mean Chiron has forgotten the type of training that this takes, to mold your body into a blade of your own creation.
And so he'll hold himself to the bargain, giving Hansa a moment to shift his weight as necessary before -- one-handed -- casually lifts the other into the air by holding his arm in a vertical line. Though his strength has been largely subdued, all it takes on his end is readjusting his grip, planting all four of his legs into the earth and allowing his lower half to act as an anchor.
... And then, because it amuses him, proceeds to pump his arm up and down in what harkens back to the "pushups" they were talking about]
Its an acrobat group. They perform a lot where I was living - guess the Grail's missing out.
[He does smirk at that remark though, but now most of his attention is focused on keeping himself where he is. It would probably be harder if he had his body from when he was younger, but now...well, there's still some effort involved. Its not like he can tense any muscles, exactly, but keeping things balanced is its own challenge.]
[The movement does make him raise his eyebrows as Chiron seems to do the impossible, moving to lift him up in the air just like that....he can't help it, that giddy feeling down in his chest, like he's a schoolboy seeing some kind of circus weightlifting act for the first time. He manages to tamp it down, but it can't stop the grin from alighting on his face as the centaur moves him up and down in the air.]
It sure does! Amazing. [Yeah, he won't snark here - he'll say it because he means it.] You're really one of a kind, Archer.
[Something something son of a god and not like any of the other centaurs, something something greek lore is absolutely insane when you stop to think about it.
The praise is still enough to bring a faint smile on his face, especially as he can tell that it's genuine glee and not someone just attempting to fly into his good graces., After a moment of just holding Hansa aloft in the air --
Chrion then straight up tosses the Overseer off him by pumping his arm upwards in one sharp motion, sending the other flying, and then quickly retracting his hand.
A cheap shot? Yes, undoubtedly, as it will be up to Hansa to land on his feet or wherever he pleases... but Chiron is fairly certain the man will not be injured by an old sage's curiosity.]
[Of course, this isn't going to put him in any danger. If he was running his mouth, he'd probably say something as stupid as "I do five of these before breakfast". But regardless, he effortlessly twists in the air, his whole body flipping right-side up as he lands on his feet with a strange-sounding slam being heard.]
[A moment, and he straightens himself, grinning ear to ear.]
Ta-daaa. [He says, deadpan, shaking his hands a little.] That's all, folks.
But I'm glad you are capable. It'd be a disappointment if I had to rule you out as a sparring candidate so soon.
[Pay no heed to that gentle smile. He's the trainer of heroes for a reason, even if that part was not as thoroughly translated through his myths. It's not just lesson plans he passes down to his students, but a warrior's spirit.]
[The next part makes him blink, and even though he's grinning, there's a determined, fierce look in his eye. Despite his role, despite his priesthood, he's a man who's made for battle. Every inch of him yearns for that.]
I'd be honored. Though I'm not arrogant enough to assume I could beat a Heroic Spirit one on one...I'll gladly welcome the challenge.
The pursuit of victory is of course any part of battle.
[He's not going to drop a line about how they're just sparring for fun and that it won't get extremely competitive once blows start being thrown... but:]
But I ask for my own selfish wishes, regardless of what the outcome might be.
[After all, that's what most Servants ultimately are: selfish. They answer not to Masters but to their own wishes dangled in front of them. Even despite his tales of glory, Chiron has his own reasons for wanting an honest fight.]
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But y'know what? Show off if you've got the muscle. Chiron can't say anything given he's been reunited with his bow and has been carrying it around like a golden club.]
In that case, mind if I join you? It seems the train station is one of the few safe spaces left to me.
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[He gives a nod.]
How does a centaur do something like pushups, anyways? You've got me curious.
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Glancing back at Hansa]
I suppose technically speaking, we don't. Far easier for me to instead lift something of equal weight.
[Gesturing at the other man]
You, for instance, would be considered suitable.
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[Oh. Oh wow. Hansa stares at disbelief at Archer for a moment - and then lets out a barking laugh.]
Well then! Haha! That might be easier said than done. I'm not exactly a lightweight, you know.
[He shakes his head.]
...But I mean, if I have to be honest, Servants can probably manage it. So maybe its possible.
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[It's not even him trying to win this dick-measuring contest. He's just stating facts. And uh, given his resume as a former deity...
Greeting Hansa's laugh with a soft, amused smile]
I could show you if you'd like.
[Terrible]
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[Okay, but now he's curious. Hansa shifts back into a kneeling position, before standing, hands placed on his hips. His grin is wide - and quite honestly, there's almost a boyish sort of glimmer in his eye.]
Sure. Go for it. Show me your incredible strength, Archer.
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Because Chiron is more than happy to oblige. Placing his bow gently on the ground, he'll approach, arms for the moment folded behind his back. Oh yes, they could go straight into a spar, but he'd rather ease into this. Enjoy the moment and all that.]
Your balance is good, correct? To be an Overseer in a war, I assume you'd need plenty of physical prowess.
[Holding out one singular hand then]
Here -- balance yourself. I will lift you into the air.
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[Well, maybe its a bit childish to think, but...its kind of magical, isn't it?]
[He places his hand in Chiron's, grasping it firmly. Chiron should be able to detect that the firmness seems...overt, like grasping the hand of a doll instead of flesh and blood.]
Like so?
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That's the type of grip that demands thorough questioning, but as that would be a distraction in this moment, Chiron sets his thoughts aside for now. Instead he'll nod, the grip is sufficient, but:]
Now I want you to do a handstand on mine.
[It's no fun if Chiron is the only one doing the work here. That's the price he expects for seeing any of his strength.]
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[Acrobatics? In this murdergame?? More likely than you think.]
You sure are asking a lot out of this poor priest. But fine.
[He's really not the type who sees himself as graceful. He'd easily describe himself as destructive, yes, physically ruthless, and doing nice pretty things isn't exactly his aesthetic. But Chiron is right - Overseers have to have the physical capability to fill their respective roles, so a handstand like this is hardly too much effort.]
[He judges his grip on Chiron, and after a few seconds, he leaps up, as limber as anything, shifting his body over and upward as his other hand tucks itself behind his back. He makes this look way too easy, grinning upside down over at the centaur as his body shifts into practically a straight line.]
Go for it, Archer.
Jock mode: unlocked
[Was Cirque Du Soleil even around during the Romania Holy Grail War? Also Hansa better appreciate that the ancient centaur maybe cracked a joke about the arbitrariness of the Grail's gifts.
Ah, but look at that -- he was correct in putting some faith in Hansa's physical abilities, and watches with a healthy amount of respect as the man hefts his body up into a straight line of muscle and balance. Just because he was divine since birth doesn't mean Chiron has forgotten the type of training that this takes, to mold your body into a blade of your own creation.
And so he'll hold himself to the bargain, giving Hansa a moment to shift his weight as necessary before -- one-handed -- casually lifts the other into the air by holding his arm in a vertical line. Though his strength has been largely subdued, all it takes on his end is readjusting his grip, planting all four of his legs into the earth and allowing his lower half to act as an anchor.
... And then, because it amuses him, proceeds to pump his arm up and down in what harkens back to the "pushups" they were talking about]
Does this suffice?
they are so stupid. love these jocks
[He does smirk at that remark though, but now most of his attention is focused on keeping himself where he is. It would probably be harder if he had his body from when he was younger, but now...well, there's still some effort involved. Its not like he can tense any muscles, exactly, but keeping things balanced is its own challenge.]
[The movement does make him raise his eyebrows as Chiron seems to do the impossible, moving to lift him up in the air just like that....he can't help it, that giddy feeling down in his chest, like he's a schoolboy seeing some kind of circus weightlifting act for the first time. He manages to tamp it down, but it can't stop the grin from alighting on his face as the centaur moves him up and down in the air.]
It sure does! Amazing. [Yeah, he won't snark here - he'll say it because he means it.] You're really one of a kind, Archer.
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[Something something son of a god and not like any of the other centaurs, something something greek lore is absolutely insane when you stop to think about it.
The praise is still enough to bring a faint smile on his face, especially as he can tell that it's genuine glee and not someone just attempting to fly into his good graces., After a moment of just holding Hansa aloft in the air --
Chrion then straight up tosses the Overseer off him by pumping his arm upwards in one sharp motion, sending the other flying, and then quickly retracting his hand.
A cheap shot? Yes, undoubtedly, as it will be up to Hansa to land on his feet or wherever he pleases... but Chiron is fairly certain the man will not be injured by an old sage's curiosity.]
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[Of course, this isn't going to put him in any danger. If he was running his mouth, he'd probably say something as stupid as "I do five of these before breakfast". But regardless, he effortlessly twists in the air, his whole body flipping right-side up as he lands on his feet with a strange-sounding slam being heard.]
[A moment, and he straightens himself, grinning ear to ear.]
Ta-daaa. [He says, deadpan, shaking his hands a little.] That's all, folks.
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[The Grail just did not give a shit about imbuing Chiron with any modern references to anything.]
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[Pay no heed to that gentle smile. He's the trainer of heroes for a reason, even if that part was not as thoroughly translated through his myths. It's not just lesson plans he passes down to his students, but a warrior's spirit.]
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[The next part makes him blink, and even though he's grinning, there's a determined, fierce look in his eye. Despite his role, despite his priesthood, he's a man who's made for battle. Every inch of him yearns for that.]
I'd be honored. Though I'm not arrogant enough to assume I could beat a Heroic Spirit one on one...I'll gladly welcome the challenge.
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[He's not going to drop a line about how they're just sparring for fun and that it won't get extremely competitive once blows start being thrown... but:]
But I ask for my own selfish wishes, regardless of what the outcome might be.
[After all, that's what most Servants ultimately are: selfish. They answer not to Masters but to their own wishes dangled in front of them. Even despite his tales of glory, Chiron has his own reasons for wanting an honest fight.]
It means enough that you accept my challenge.