[center][h1][color=red]Archer[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=red]Dialogue Styling Red[/color] | [color=red][i]Thought Styling Red Italics[/i][/color][/center]
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Archer let a grim smile spread across his face in pleased surprise as the woman managed to get her weapon up in time to defeat his arrow. Few could match the swiftness of his shots, perhaps this war would stir him from his melancholy after all! He delighted in her initial flash of fury and her self-assured demeanor as she realized his arrow had been but a mocking gesture, and his heart soared with excitement at that first flash of speed, her lightning swift form clearly visible to his archer's eyes but no less impressive in spite of that. He noted with keen interest the way she pushed off of the air itself, racing towards him with spear outstretched like one of his own arrows. 

[color=red][i]Let's see if she can catch me before I strike her from the sky.[/i][/color]

[center][b]Ride The Wind: B[/b][/center]

Archer leaped back and up himself as she raced toward him through the sky, but as reached the height of his jump he was swept up and to the side by a torrent of air at great speed. He didn't run through space as if on a solid platform, nor did he jet out like a modern rocket. Instead it was if the wind itself had become a swift river on which he rafted, or else it had transformed itself into an invisible steed on which he rode. Rushing away at a sharp curve from the rooftop, Archer flashed a grin at the spearwoman as he nocked two arrows to his bow, his long hair and jacket whipping in his self-created wind. There was no malice or mockery in him at that moment, merely enjoyment at pushing his skills further.

[color=red]"Did you think me a fool, or merely incompetent?"[/color]

Archer let both arrows fly in Lancer's general direction. However both attacks looked to go obviously wide of the reach of either lance or shield and sail harmlessly past her and into the distance, as if riding on a current of air and trying to launch two arrows at once had thrown off his aim far too much as he evaded her charge.

[color=red]"More importantly, did you truly think those shots were [b]the limits of my art?![/b]"[/color]

As he spoke, the seemingly impossible happened. Archer's arrows made a sharp, sudden turn in mid-flight so that they would strike Lancer from behind instead of missing entirely, stabbing one from each side if they struck.

[color=Red]"Know this, Servant of the Lance! [b]There is nothing in this world beyond the reach of my arrows![/b]"[/color]

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