[b]Gnar and GreenGoat Collab Post

Clothing Store Fight[/b]

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The Plague Knight wielded his oversized sword like it was a club, swinging it with great abandon as well as great strength towards her. Hmph, he shall soon see she was not to be taken lightly, even with her diminished strength.

"Remember my name, for I am the UNDEFEATED! I am -________-! The Unconquered! Not even the greatest warriors of my time could best me!"

Her shield flew up, ramming straight into his hands just as he reached the apex of his swing, and before he managed to bring the sword down. Effectively stopping the swing where it was weakest, the sword swung straight towards his stomach.

“Warriors? You take me to be a simple warrior?!” barked the knight as his drool flung over her, a smile creeping over his face. “I’ve taken countless lives… kings, queens, knights, peasants, animals, and even the likes of heroes! You honestly think a simple sword like yours will kill me?!” 
Roaring with a hideous laughter once more, he let the sword strike his stomach, allowing it to sink itself into his decaying armor and flesh so that he can get closer to the woman warrior. “I will crush your neck and show you just how weak you are compared to me!”
As he began cackling in his helmet, his diseases began to spread itself onto the sword that was struck against him. Reaching around with his other hand, he attempted to grab ahold of the woman’s throat.

The blade had just sunk into his flesh, and through his armor, much to the dismay of Lancer. A mere blade wasn't enough, she would have to actually USE the sword, meaning she would have to actually use her limited supply of prana. She dodged backwards, avoiding the attempt to throttle her without much difficulty, seeing as he did try to grab her right in front of her.

With a flick of her hand, she dispersed the taint on the shining sword. It was not that weak a blade to succumb to such an attack. However, now that she knew trying to hold back was pointless on this foe, she finally released her prana into the blade. While she could not use it to its full potential, some of its properties were nonetheless awakened. In a mere heartbeat, she closed in again on her foe, aiming not to disembowel, but to behead. The sword, at first silent, now seemed to hum with power, creating a large gust of wind as it flashed towards the Plague Knight's neck.

Sneering as Lancer was finally getting serious, the Plagued Knight infused his diseased prana into his armor, allowing it to burst with black and green diseases of intense sickly natures… it was as if he himself was becoming a plague that could not be rivaled. It would appear as if he was going to defend with the kind of mana he was emitting for protection, but no; he was instead expelling as much as he could, before launching himself directly at Lancer, not caring if he was going to take a hit or not. To him, his power was unmatched, and his diseases killed all no matter who they were. They would do they very same here no matter what.

Now, boosted with his sickly prana that was launching him towards Lancer as she was launching towards him, he brought down his mighty two-handed corrupted sword down onto her with his every fiber to crush her right then and there.

The corrupted sword bit deep into her shoulder before being stopped by her shield, but her sword was not.

Her sword, instead of striking her intended target, instead struck the knight’s helmet, causing the helmet to crack and shatter due to the sheer force of her blade… unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop the Plagued Knight after his prana boosted launch. His momentum was too much that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop, and with a thrilled smile, his large blade slammed against Lancer’s shield, smashing her hard into the ground with undeniable force that it almost caused the walls of the building’s interior to collapse. Still, it didn’t end there, letting his primal urge as the entity that he was, and he began to smash his sword against Lancer over and over. Although she was protected by her shield, she could still feel the force of his strength pounding on her relentlessly.

Then, as his helmet shattered, revealing the abomination of a green-eyed sickly-looking and mutated man, his sword coated itself in an acidic layer once more… before he plunged it straight down onto Lancer… or he would have. He instead plunged it next to her head, hearing a voice calling in his head. A frown emerged on his face, and he sighed, before he looked down on the warrior beneath him. “Master… ordered me not to kill. Tells me not to go against orders no matter what… Sorry [___________], but we will have to settle this another time… hopefully then, you’re a lot stronger,” murmured the Plagued Knight as he took his sword and stepped off of Lancer. Walking towards the hole he made in the wall, he slowly began to dematerialize himself before laughing once more in a small whisper. “I’ll be looking forward to it to when we get to fight again…”

She had held up her shield with both hands as soon as she was slammed into the ground, and every blow he landed felt like her wounded shoulder would tear off. Lancer would have called upon her greatest Phantasm then, limited prana or not, had the Plague Knight not stopped, plunging a sword by her head. He seemed... unbeatable. But... as her own experience taught her, everything has a weakness, and everything can be defeated.

Lancer pulled herself off the ground, coughing up blood. She started laughing weakly, and dispersed her sword and shield. The battle may have been her lost, but the war was still undecided, and she already had the information of one servant, at the cost of her own.

She was called the Unconquered, because she will never admit defeat. This was a minor sacrifice for the ultimate prize. Merely a setback.

However, her Master, as the young creature she was, would be done no good should she see Lancer in this state, thus Lancer took a deep breath and repaired her armor and clothing, concealing her wounds, and then wiped the blood off her mouth. Assuming her Master should have reached the apartment by now, she dematerialized, traveling quickly to her destination, materializing right as she reached it.