[h1]Lancer[/h1]

They were within range, now. He would need to strike quickly, if there were to be any chance of ending it one stroke. Even with his presence hidden though, the opposing Servant was already close enough to discern his form, if they were paying any kind of attention.

And so, Lancer leapt, gaining magnificent , eyes locked on his target. He began to fall, rapidly gaining speed as he formed a solid body. In his hand, the glorious guandao formed, curved blade adorned with small, scale-like blotches that were quickly growing. Grasping it in both hands, Lancer let out a roar as he swung the weapon into the ground with enough force to split the concrete below.

During his descent, he had noticed the quick departure of the other two figures, which most likely meant the ambush was not a success. That was fine. Lancer found it highly unlikely that the Servant before him was a martial artist to surpass his own abilities, and in close-combat, the abilities of a Caster were nigh-useless.