[color=Blue] [center] [h1]  Cu Chulainn, Lancer [/h1] [/center] [/color] 

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Wednesday, November 17th, 2015

Plaza San Francisco, Just Outside The Bounded Field-Covered Building

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[color=blue] “Another Servant? Gotta at least be one here so far. You’d expect for a place about to be full of heroes, there might be a bit more intrigue occurring. Not even a single drunken fight yet. Can't’ be too many people here yet.” [/color]

Lancer couldn’t be completely sure as to the total individuals that would be participating within this event. There was a possibility that there was already an Assassin in wait, or perhaps even something akin a Berserker ready to charge them down when they entered the building. But Lancer understood those sorts of risks were nothing. After all, if there was an Assassin or Berserker or any other kind of Servant inside of the event, he would eventually have to fight them regardless during sometime this war. 

Therefore, Lancer seemed very relaxed. A man who could kill another with a smile on his face in modern society couldn't be anything more than a murderer, but Lancer was a Hero of the highest calibre. He didn’t murder for no reason like a certain ginger-haired Japanese kid might claim, but all of his actions had meaning to Lancer. Fighting and eventual death was natural for himself. As expected of someone who only knew war and fighting in their life. There were hardly any pauses in his life after his training in the isles. Battle after battle Lancer continued to thrive, and eventually lost himself to the many betrayals of a girl who who thought she could use her body to get whatever she wanted, including Lancer’s unconditional love. 

Among the men of Ulster, there is one man, and one alone, who did not become hers even though she thought 'I want him'. Even though she called out to him, tempted him. That attitude in which, let alone be swayed, simply said 'what the heck are you doing?' After all, Lancer despite being described in his legend as a pretty boy who could steal anyone’s wife at a glance, he was also a man of principle. Even though she called to him, he refused to act in a way to someone he had captured in battle, a Queen none-the-less. 

It wasn’t like ‘this’ Cu Chulainn despised the Queen for her actions though, despite all of this.  

[color=blue] “Ain’t exactly like I can tell if a “Servant is here”, it is more like the knowledge that “I know a Servant on face”. If anything, you should be able to tell when a  Master is around, and if there is a Master a Servant ain’t gonna be too far away. Then again, one could try and mask their presence. That being said, I don't feel too much prana being expended, so I doubt it is an ambush. Though I suppose you’d know something about that, no? Think we'd have an easier time inside, no?” [/color]

Well, if anything Lancer didn’t have an orthodox Master. A homunculus wasn’t exactly a human. It was similar to giving a doll a name and human traits. However, it wasn’t like Lancer really cared about those sorts of instances. The Grail; had selected himself the Champion and Servant of Elyse and that was all that mattered in the end.  To Lancer, a man of principle and falling to his battle lust, as long as his Master wasn’t doing something he considered deplorable, say,converting children into Prana to feed her Servant, Lancer assumed they would be able to get along at the very least. 

And Lancer didn’t mind having a cute Master like Elyse, “Master” being somewhat ironic considering her attire is that of a ‘Maid [servant]’ 

However, Lancer could tell at the very least his Master was a bit nervous. Though that was to be expected. Those entering a potential warzone were often afraid to die, or were excited to prove themselves, and most modern humans tended to fall on the former. War was not as commonplace in the modern era as it was within Lancer’s time. 

[color=blue] “Relax though. If anything happens, I wouldn’t be much of a ‘Hero’ if I didn’t put my Master’s safety my first priority, now would I? I protected an entire nation. I am sure a young lady like yourself would be a tad bit easier.” [/color]