[h2] [center] [color=1E90FF] Cu Chulainn, Lancer [/color] [/center] [/h2] [@beloss] A shot of light filled the summoning area. And before the Romanian magus was a spearman, clad in a blue runic armor, carrying a spear that was the color of blood itself. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad a reaction to fear this spear, for it had taken the lives of many in the wake of a warrior unparalleled during his time, it’s design both simplistic, but the shape of the blade and the staff appeared “demonic”. A spear that had taken the lives of those one cares about; it wasn’t too far off from the truth. But the man who held the spear seemed not to mind the weapon in his hand. He simply sat there with a grin on his face. [color=1E90FF] “Yo, Master. Let’s work together and have fun.” [/color] The Lancer was a magus himself, though his form of magecraft definitely was dated compared to most modern understandings of the subject. The modern form of magecraft was to “recreate a miracle”, but Cu’s was before the revolution of the age of man’s magic. But even he still understood, from his knowledge given to him as a Servant, that his Master was definitely top-class in terms of the quality of his pana and his quantity, even if his abilities were rather efficient compared to most other beam-based superweapons. Lancer’s Noble Phantasm was one of the most efficient abilities for winning a traditional Grail War. His Master’s pet seemed frightened at the very sight of the beastrial man. It was wise to fear the spearman as a monstrosity. Within the confines of his life, Lancer had destroyed many beasts thought to be unbeatable, and tamed those thought to be untamable. At a deep, conceptual level, animals of any kind understand the dangers they are facing, such as a dog understanding when a person poses a threat. Though this is even beyond that. Even if the opponent was to the level of a DAA, at the very least Cu would have the highest chance of defeating the opponent compared to many of his other Servants, therefore how could a little runt compare to such a man? His Master seemed awestruck by the fact his little pet had chosen to flee. But so long as he was compelled by contract, and the desire to contest other individuals whom hold the designation of “hero” with his own legend, he would choose to follow his Master. The man known after a Dog, Cu Chulainn, for he had become the guardian of all of Ulster, and all of Ireland. The hero whose legend could be compared to Roland Or Joanne D’Arc in France, Arthur in England, or Heracles in Greece. But unlike the regal appearance of Joanne D’Arc or Arturia, Cu Chulainn was a beast of a man not unsimilar the Greek Hero Achilles. [color=1E90FF] “I think you have our [the Servant’s] position wrong here. I am here to fight. You are supposed to make the choices, aren’t ya? Just point me at the enemy and I’ll kill ‘em for you.” [/color] Cu was a man of action. He was not someone who overly thought out his choices within the confines of his existence. Had he did so, perhaps he wouldn’t have died at such a young, spry age. But those who burn the candle at both ends are destined to fall to the their mortality before most others would. However, those people tend to fall under the designation “hero”, and according to Lancer,, a hero mustn’t have any regrets, or they betray those who had looked to their story for inspiration. [hr] [color=SpringGreen] [center] [h2] Ravel Livoria D’Arby [/h2] [/center] [/color] [color=springgreen] “I-I’d want to go to Scandinavia as well.” [/color] Ravel hadn’t been able to discuss a single word with Seyrun, much to her disappointment. Her [s] roleplayer is just a boosted bonobo and never posted [/s] embarrassment by interacting with someone so suddenly did catch the young lady off guard, but she didn’t wish for her original interaction to be Himiko also seemed to get along with Seyrun’s Servant Tamamo, so perhaps it wasn’t so much Ravel’s desire to make friends with Seyrun, but to give her somewhat awkward Servant more comfort in her mission with a somewhat familiar face. A somewhat awkward Master for a somewhat awkward Servant. [color=springgreen] “Of course, only if you are alright with that as well you, Caster.” [/color] Himiko and Ravel were, for better or worse, a team. Though she had refused her offer to refer to the Caster Servant as a teacher, Ravel understood that she could learn a lot from the archaic knowledge of Caster’s experiences. Even if this wasn’t the case, The two were partners. Ravel felt that the two were not a traditional “master” and “servant”. How could someone like Ravel rule over her regal servant in such a poor manner? Sure, Ravel did have her Command Spells, but it wasn’t as if the young lady ever planned on using them, unless their Servant was a bit more rowdy than what she had expected. Himiko likely had more experience with fighting than the sheltered child that was the heir to the D’Arby household, hardly understanding the harshness of the world around her. A “princess” in her own right. Not completely dimwitted, Ravel understood her shortcomings as an individual. ‘ But she wished to make strides to press forward in her abilities in both the field of magical understanding and social understandings. Though perhaps it wasnt the best choice to take advice in this understanding from magi; those most detached from normal understandings.