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[center][h1]Lancer Lily - Fuyuki Harbor[/h1][/center]

“Hmm, hungry, and lonely. Well, that's not fun at all. But I'm going to have to go.” Lancer held a finger to his lips and began to sway from side to side in contemplation. 

As for what he thought of that new girl?.... The strange new girl felt odd to him, and it was obvious that she was a powerful servant. Her words were intoxicating, or should have been. But to the mind of Lancer they were simply words. Words he listened to, words he simply shrugged at. Lancer opened up his sack and held it up towards the new servant, showing off its emptiness.

"There are rats all over that I need to kill. There used to be cats in here….  There aren't any cows here either, and I can feel that there aren’t any in the harbor. So looking with you would be dumb… I think” He shrugged. “It would probably be fun however.”

His eyes returned back to the hostile Caster who seemed quite eager to throw down… and realized something all over again!

“Oh, I need to get more cats speaking of." The spear returned back to his hand and he shook his head with a smile. “I’m here to kill his rats. I can kill him, but I can’t kill his rats without any cats.

“Master. I’m heading home.” he spoke out loud, and through their link, only now noticing that the interference was gone. Sack and spear firmly in hand. Lancer did not turn into his spiritual form to leave, but instead simply began to walk away in the flesh. Waving innocently at the Caster and the new woman as though he were simply visiting for a casual affair, he called out to the Caster with his unshaking sincerity. “I’m Lancer. I  have to kill those rats, so make sure they don’t die before I get enough cats!”

He then began to skip his way out, leaving the harbor if fortune smiled(?) upon him.

Well, if fortune’s frown was a horde of rats then it certainly didn’t.  So Lancer instead swung with his sack as if it were a fan, sending a gust of wind strong enough to send the swarm around him flying. To join them he leapt up into the air himself. His knees hunched over and he gave a final wave to the two before he jumped. The force of his legs shattered and cratered the ground, and the shockwaves released only knocked away the airborn rats even further. In his wake a cyclone of rats blew. Some of them luckily simply fell to the streets, not too harmed with the enhancements granted to them by the Caster. Some slammed against the walls and posts of the warehouses and storage containers, bruised, or even crushed from the impact. A few flew far enough to even fall into the ocean!

In the end it would not take long for Lancer to make his way to the outside world.

Yet as he moved something strange happened. Or rather, something strange had began to finally settle in.

The bag that contained the dying cats, the bag that slaughtered rats by the hundreds, the bounded field that was a place that gathered the dead and grudges. The breaking and remaking of the sack.

The element of the bounded field imparted, the grudges of the beasts collected. 

Something moved along the surface of the cloth. The shape of a rat.

But there was nothing inside.