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{There's an impressive display when everyone's favorite conqueror comes to the Plane. Though he may not have a magus's skill in detecting Masters or Servants, Rider is fairly confident that neither are on the Plane. So, letting his Noble Phantasm dissipate there and rest while battling Caster's familiars is a good idea, considering the fact that Rider was, surprisingly, not having the best luck fighting them.

Rider appears with his noble chariot, complete with the two bulls pulling it. Their hooves only stamped briefly against the floor of the plane, sending out spurts of violet lightning filled with an enormous amount of magical energy. Rider quickly dismisses both the chariot and the bulls, looking annoyed and heading for the bar while grumbling. Rather loudly.}

What terrible luck! I never had such bad luck in my mortal life, and it is unheard of as a Servant. Caster's familiars should be quick work, not a problem! Bah, Waver will think that I've become rusty! They should only be a minor inconvenience, a minor issue, at the most!

Feh. A drink, perhaps, shall restore some of the luck that I've lost! At the very least, it shall restore my spirits.

{Alexander the Great loves his drinking, after all}