The walls burst down suddenly, revealing the Servant just beyond. He looks far beyond mad, his killing aura permeating the air so thickly Lancer could almost cut it. Master seemed rather composed all of a sudden. Lancer had expected her to panic or be reduced to a blubbering mess on the floor, so this was a pleasant surprise at least. Lancer materialized in front of her Master, ready to intercept any sudden attacks that Servant might make.

"Halt, demented knight! I see you have chosen ME, the most MAGNIFICENT, and POWERFUL servant to defeat!"

With a flourish, a shield and sword appeared in Lancer's hand. The shield looks battered, bearing scars of battle on its body. However, the sword was pristine, almost seeming to shine, in the day's light. While the sword remained simple in design. the ornate pearl white hilt seemed to have gold inlays on it, and the pommel seemed to be made out of gold. On the blade near the crossguard was a flat section with lettering etched into it.

[i]*The Servant present and anyone else who can see the sword has been given the sword's info.[/i]

"Speak! Are you merely seeking the thrill of combat? Or the honorable duel between two noble souls? If a duel is what you want, speak your name, and I will mine, then let no one interfere in the duel to come!"

[i]Master, seek out a safe place to stay. Run back to the apartment if you have to.[/i] Lancer sent the message through their link together.

From what her Master had exhibited in the short time she was with her, Master did not seem to have any sort of combative capabilities, or some sort of spells to improve Lancer's performance. As Lancer was right now, she wasn't really confident she could defend Master while fighting an unknown assailant.