[b] Lancer Michiko's Room[/b] --- "An artifact... we could always try to temporarily ally with another Master and Servant if he becomes a problem, I guess." Lancer narrowed her eyes at that. The implication that she, Lancer, would not be enough to deal with that Plague Knight was not lost. "If he's still alive...then I'll try my best to heal it now. I won't be feeling too well tomorrow. You'll need to be really quiet to get the most out of it, okay?" But for her Master's sake... Lancer will let this one slide for the moment. The healing process was... lengthy to say the least, with blue floating threads that sewed her shoulder back together. It wasn't that painful, at least in comparison to getting her shoulder cleaved with some filthy blade. It was surprising however; her Master might just be a proper Mage after all, just not a spectacular one. "Hmm, I may have misjudged you. For that I will offer my appo- hey!" Her Master collapsed into Lancer's bosom, apparently tired out by the spellcasting. "Oi, you're supposed to be pampering me right about now." Lancer gave a sigh, a slight smile touching her lips. "Ah well, can't be helped then. I'll stay with you until....." [b]"Face me."[/b] Lancer fell silent, as her smile grew wider. Such a challenge... was not something she could just ignore. Carefully she tucked her master into bed, brushing away an errand strand of hair from her face. She opened a window, materializing her armor once again, before stepping out, and with a powerful bound leapt past several buildings as she turned invisible. --- [b]Gilgamesh, King of Heroes. Living Room of the Murderous Father.[/b] --- [i]Oh? Has the war started again? Very well, it is time to grace the war with my presence once more. Rejoice mongrels, for the opportunity to gaze upon my resplendence had been granted upon you.[/i] [center]***[/center] His vision was obstructed but a moment by the brilliant golden light that emanated from the circle as he rose from the sigil drawn upon the floor. So this wo- tch, who was this fool bleeding onto the carpet and onto his golden greaves?! Arms still folded across his chest, he kicked the body hard enough to smash it through a window amidst a shower of broken glass. "Hmph, filthy mongrel." He turned to the woman still standing there staring at the circle. "So? Are you the one who summoned me? Then-" [b]"Face me."[/b] Who was this commoner who dared to even send a message out to.. No.. That was not it. The message was directed to no one and everyone. The King of Heroes have no such need to answer the yelps of a cur. --- [b]Lancer Stadium of the Challenger[/b] --- She landed heavily on the other side of the stadium, bending the roof and its metal support a little from the force of her landing. So this was where the servant was issuing his challenge so brazenly. Was this to be a duel of honor? Or a mere trap to lure in as many Servants as possible before closing its jaws on the prey. It makes her blood boil in excitement. With another leap, she landed in front of the Servant, a strange being to say the least. He... it, seemed to be made out of flowing shadow sporting several eyes. His armor was unnatural to say the least, with the eye blinking at Lancer further reinforcing the look from its socket in the Servant's belt. It seemed to be a direct contrast to her own suit of armor, resplendent, smooth, and well used. "So... were you the one extending challenge?"