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Saber witnessed much to his satisfaction of the artic femmoras retreat, and without turning his glare from the intruders, his left aud followed her soft escape until he was assured by the silence that she had made a safe return behind the sibling duo's protection. After a split second, his ear flew back to its rightful position. And that's how quickly Saber raised a lowered guard. Icey glacialistic irises stuck firmly on the remorseless pair of ebonys, and without breaking his gaze of fierce determination, he smirked, quickly and confidently saying to his sister,
"Alright, sis, let us show these ignorant shits who's land they're on."

And the stare down began. Louder, but with the tone of death, itself, Saber spoke to the pair of idiotic hessians,

"Bring it, bitch."

And bring it, he did. The wolf on the direct front of Saber flew towards him at the speed of a charging bull. Though the size was evenly matched, Saber was not driven by desperation as this one was, giving him the gift of thinking calmly and accurately steering his mind's tactics.

Saber braced himself, thoroughly ready to catch the dark brute with full force. The trick was to take the blow, and use it against the bastard, and successfully, the beast collided with the FrostFur. However, what the inexperienced dark wolf didnt expect, was his jaws landing purchase on air. Saber had taken the full force of the impact, and used his momentum to twist his built form on the left of the surprised filth, and land blow upon blow on the exposed head.