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@chaosheart13
Rider stared on at the three figures before him. Hand on his chin as he pondered on what they should do next.
Firstly, he did not trust them. The only ones he currently trusts are the ones he was summoned alongside with. He knows that they share a goal together. A goal that serves as the foundation for their bond as a group. Should that foundation ever crumble, they will quickly follow. He doesn't know what kind of goal those three share. For all he knows their goal could run right up against theirs. Rider would need more information, but it doesn't seem like he would have the luxury of knowing right now.
Secondly, Rider wasn't confident they could win if a fight did break out. Sure, they may have the numbers on their side and superiority over the battlefield with Rider of Skies, but he knows that none of them fought alongside each other so their teamwork and coordination is non-existant at this moment. Their fighting styles could clash and cause more harm to all of them more than to their opponents; especially since it would seem their potential opposition does have some coordination on their side. They run the risk of falling apart mid-battle with nowhere to flee should things turn south for them.
In the middle of his thoughts, he noticed Charlemagne arrive. With a serious expression across his face, he looks down at him from on top of Surus to address his concerns to him. "Saber. I don't like the odds for us if a fight breaks out. I advise we avoid them for now and scout elsewhere until we have an idea of what's going on here; before we make any rash decisions that could end up with us getting maimed before we even get one foot out the door."
Though, he knows that he is no master. He is still but a servant. Rider doesn't have control over them or what they do. His hand will be forced if they decide against him. If that ends up being the choice, he will try his best to lead them in their first battle. "Although, if you oppose, I will see what I can do to help us succeed otherwise." He shows Saber a confident grin, however slight the grin it may be.
Rider stared on at the three figures before him. Hand on his chin as he pondered on what they should do next.
Firstly, he did not trust them. The only ones he currently trusts are the ones he was summoned alongside with. He knows that they share a goal together. A goal that serves as the foundation for their bond as a group. Should that foundation ever crumble, they will quickly follow. He doesn't know what kind of goal those three share. For all he knows their goal could run right up against theirs. Rider would need more information, but it doesn't seem like he would have the luxury of knowing right now.
Secondly, Rider wasn't confident they could win if a fight did break out. Sure, they may have the numbers on their side and superiority over the battlefield with Rider of Skies, but he knows that none of them fought alongside each other so their teamwork and coordination is non-existant at this moment. Their fighting styles could clash and cause more harm to all of them more than to their opponents; especially since it would seem their potential opposition does have some coordination on their side. They run the risk of falling apart mid-battle with nowhere to flee should things turn south for them.
In the middle of his thoughts, he noticed Charlemagne arrive. With a serious expression across his face, he looks down at him from on top of Surus to address his concerns to him. "Saber. I don't like the odds for us if a fight breaks out. I advise we avoid them for now and scout elsewhere until we have an idea of what's going on here; before we make any rash decisions that could end up with us getting maimed before we even get one foot out the door."
Though, he knows that he is no master. He is still but a servant. Rider doesn't have control over them or what they do. His hand will be forced if they decide against him. If that ends up being the choice, he will try his best to lead them in their first battle. "Although, if you oppose, I will see what I can do to help us succeed otherwise." He shows Saber a confident grin, however slight the grin it may be.