[center][h1][color=red]Archer[/color][/h1][/center]
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Archer had underestimated Lancer, both her resolve and her remaining power. Now as she closed the gap between them, her overwhelming power would surely bear down on him and kill him. It was his fault for being so foolish, allowing himself to be swayed by momentary melancholy and thoughts of the past. What he'd seen was a coincidence, preying on his foolish sentimentalism. Well, this was what he deserved for abandoning pragmatism and fighting with honor, after all.

[color=red][i]Very well, Lancer. It seems you've earned this victory. It's a shame. I would have liked to experience this war a little longer.[/i][/color]

Just as Lancer was about to close in, Archer felt the impossible-to-deny tug of a Command Seal, calling him back to his Master. Before he could be struck down by her final attack, Archer vanished from before Lancer's eyes back to his Master's side, his normally stoic or smug expression replaced by one of disbelief.