[center][h1][color=azure]Lancer of Red[/color][/h1]
[h2]Day 0[/h2]
[h3]The Deacon Arms Tavern[/h3]
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Lancer appeared at his Master's side in a faint flash of light. He had stayed in his spiritual form when they had all retreated. He was ashamed that he was brought down to such a form during his first fight, and didn't want to show himself, especially to the other Servants, now that it was made apparent that his own Master was not a target to the rest after all. Still, Lancer felt like he failed to protect his Master, regardless, as she is here, now, crying and in doubt of her skill. Had he known she was blind, he would have chosen the ability to craft a holy shroud, if it was even possible to grant her one that would give her true sight. And for some odd reason, Lancer's third Noble Phantasm feels far too out of reach for him to access normally... otherwise, he would be able to cure her of her affliction, and possibly replace his own spear with another minor relic.

Lancer may be a saint, but he isn't no miracle worker...

[color=azure]"I do not think you are worthless... far from it. You shouldn't blame yourself for your enemies ambushing you in such a way. They may have the upper hand now, but if we are able to keep our resolve, then we will be able to emerge victorious. Otherwise, all those lives would have been lost in vain."[/color]

Lancer had only hoped his words of inspiration would have his Master worry less. As for her interrogation as to who he actually is, Lancer took a kneeling stance, holding his helmet in his arms as he bowed his head.

[color=azure]"Yes, I am the one and true Constantine the Great. While I would be able to prove it to you easily, I am unable to access my third Noble Phantasm, which is a shame, as I will be forced to fight unarmed for the rest of the War. I do have one replacement to my spear that we could use, but I must not draw it. Another... aspect of myself was summoned with me. One that was formed from the opinions of those who aligned me with the other Roman emperors of the past; a bloodthirsty tyrant who wishes only to butcher his enemies. I must not work towards any selfish goals, lest I risk drawing that fiend out... and I won't have any control over myself, or my actions."

"So I must ask of you, my Master, to command me to your bidding, that it is if it contributes towards an honorable cause. I will serve you to the best of my ability so long as we can avoid the darkness that lurks within my core. As for right now, however, I believe it is imperative for us to find a weapon that could replace my spear, any relic or artifact of Christian origins will work, even a blessed cross, if we must."[/color]