[ The words issued to him are suspect and Arthur is immediately more on the defense. If he was having his doubts about everything before, they've definitely risen a scale or two now and on reflex, he gives up relying on his partner to tell him which way to head and throws all his trust into Instinct to intimate the direction the frisbee is coming from. He can hear it whistling through the air at breakneck speed and swiftly he side-steps and his hand comes up to grab the disk as soon as it comes close. The force of stopping the frisbee in the middle of its harrowing flight makes him skip backwards a little on the grass.

While using his Servant skills, he can sense now that his partner surely isn't some average person either. His lips press together in a thin line and his brow furrows as he turns towards the other man. ]

And unless you just arrived today, you should be more practiced at self-control. The point of the game is to trust each other. As long as you are here, you might as well not disrespect their efforts at organizing the event and at least try.

[ And on that note, he pulls the frisbee over his left shoulder and...

...lets it coast through the air serenely back towards his partner. ]