[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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[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.