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[h2][color=gold]Black Rider[/color][/h2]
[h3]Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama[/h3]
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[@Breo][@Phonic][@Crusader Lord]
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Dietrich stood out in the open, in the midst of the crash sight, looking towards the horizon. Having spent most of the night investigating the attack had seemed to be fruitless. There was, indeed, no signs of any sort of projectile in the area. At this point, Rider was just waiting. His Master has yet to give him any other commands at this time, and if anyone were to make an attack against his Master's compound, Rider is certain that Falke, along with the other homunculi, could make a sturdy enough defense to hold whoever attacks back until Rider himself arrives. His only fear was if there happened to be another attack by the same Noble Phantasm aimed at the compound... In any case, Rider turned away, to make his way back home.

That is, until [i]he[/i] showed up. 

A green-haired man, adorned with armor so finely crafted, it surpassed the craftsmanship of even Rider's own. A slight feeling of jealousy washed over Rider, although his stonewall expression successfully hides it. Indeed, it looks like something no mere human could craft. Something only the likes of a Servant would be wearing. And judging by the spear slung at his back...

[color=gold]"Lancer,"[/color] Rider muttered, under his breath, before turning around to face the opposing Servant as he armed his spear. [color=gold]"Is that a challenge?"[/color] He had asked, a slight smirk appearing on his face. Many times has Rider been challenged in his life, and many times he has found himself the victor. Out of all the victories he has received, however, none of them were as satisfying as he had hoped. And the rare times that he has been defeated?

We don't talk about those times...

In any case, all of Rider's challenges, whether they ended in him winning or losing, all ended with the same result; devastation and destruction. As a reply to his challenge, Rider merely swiped the ground in front of him with his sword with all his might, causing dust and dirt to explode outward. As the dust obscured his movements, Rider manifested a shield in his off-hand, bearing a golden lion with its mouth open as if it is perpetually roaring at whoever dare faces it. 

As the dust settled, Rider could be seen bearing his shield in a defensive stance, ready to receive any of the attacks his opponent plans to deliver to him. And in front of Rider, a line in the sand, both metaphorical and literal, as to call it a line would merely be understating it. The strike Rider made to the ground a mere foot in front of him had created a ditch seven feet deep. The intention wasn't to make a trench in order to defend himself from his opponent, no. A Servant, with their bursts of speed, could easily traverse it should they decide to make the leap. Instead, it was merely a display of Rider's strength.

[color=gold]"This is merely a fraction of my full power, Lancer. Leave, now, or be struck down."[/color] Rider simply stated to his opponent, awaiting whatever response he should make in return, either verbally or physically. In truth, however, Rider was bluffing, if only slightly. The strike he made made into the ground was, indeed, his natural strength, and an A-ranked attack, nonetheless. Of course, it could be said that it isn't his true strength, as he's able to further enhance it by using a burst of his own magical energy. At any case, Rider's might is indeed nothing to scoff over.

[color=gold][i]I've encountered another Servant, Master. A Lancer, it seems. I wasn't able to locate his Master, however, so be wary.[/i][/color] Rider had communicated, to his Master, as he began to think of a course of action. If this Servant was truly a member of the Lancer class, he will have to adapt to his speed. Luckily, Rider has chosen to wear the armor of Ortnit before this specific battle, so the only strikes he will have to worry about are the ones made that aren't against his armor. And reacting to his speed should be easy for Rider to accomplish, as well...

[center][b]Instinct[/b]: A[/center]

All that aside, Rider had made sure not to be overly confident in his own defenses against his opponent. He has learned a few times before that even the most lowly of commoners could defeat him, especially if they had the right weapons. If the best possible outcome happens, however, perhaps Rider could add yet another treasure to his collection...

All he wonders is if it would look good in black.