[center][h1][color=red]Archer[/color][/h1][/center]
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Archer saw that his shot had struck one of her shoulders, though amazingly she had once again avoided a fatal blow. There was even more to it. In that brief instant before she'd been hit, Archer sensed a powerful Divine Influence emanating from the woman. She had tried to affect him with Divine power, not knowing that such power flowed equally through him, strong enough to negate her attempt. Well, she had simply been outclassed and outmaneuvered whether through fate or circumstance. As she soared up through the clouds he noted she launched her spear upward and began dropping down again. 

[color=red][i]Was she wounded more gravely than I thought? My arrow's been removed, perhaps she freed her arm to treat her wound? Well,
no matter. I'll end this now. A shame, I was beginning to truly enjoy this Grail War.[/i][/color]

He grimly nocked two more arrows, deciding he would pierce her heart and-

then Lancer burst through the clouds unarmed and forced the clouds apart, expression determined and seemingly unafraid in the face of his mortal blow as her features were briefly silhouetted by the moon above. The sight of her framed by moonlight forced the image of another fearless woman into his mind's eye, and in that instant his heart softened.

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Without needing to look away, he sensed it. A projectile driven by hostile intent moving through the air. It dragged his attention back to the battle at hand. In a way that transcended sight or conscious thought, he could follow its intended path toward him and react. Clever of her, to mimic his own power in order to try and kill him. Perhaps even praiseworthy. But she still couldn't match the limits of his art. As he released both arrows, one would unerringly curve to intercept the magically guided spear in order to knock it from the air. The other one though, he would try to curve away from the heart-shot he had intended, to strike her uninjured shoulder instead.

[color=red][i]The other enemy Servants have withdrawn for now as well. Even if I leave her with two injured shoulders, she shouldn't be picked off just yet, while it gives me time to retreat.[/i][/color]

Out loud he told her none of that, instead giving her a sincere grin and mock salute.

[color=red]"Feel no shame in being outclassed! For your skill and bravery, I offer you your life! Take it as a one-time gift from the King of Archers!"[/color]

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