[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Edward Scawthorne[/b][/color][/h1]

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The sudden tug from Lancer's battle with Archer caught him by surprise, causing him to shake his head. He just decided to continue from observing through his spot, fully armored in that one rooftop. Perhaps it really was for the best. Servants are overwhelmingly powerful, at least the armor would protect him from critical blows... at least.

He smirked knowing that his Lancer Servant had activated her Noble Phantasm. [color=#ffd700]"[b]Hmhmhmhmhmhm... let's see if you share the same honor, Archer Servant."[/b][/color] He spoke to clearly no one, taking a seat on his floating wagon, staring straight into Lancer's view of the battle.

He still has three Command Spells. He was saving these for late in the war. After all, you can only have three before your Servant disappears.

He looked around to see if Archer's [s]probably[/s] coward Master was around. His golden eyes scanning the dark ground beneath him and the objects the vents that provide cover on the rooftops. He put up his shield in case.

[@Feyblue]