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[h2]’Lancer Prime’[/h2]
[h3][i]Crash Site, Einzbern Forest[/i][/h3][/center]

“Hm, I wonder. . .” He made a show of rubbing his chin as if in thought. “I was ordered to investigate whatever it was that happened here, and I can’t very well return to my Master empty-handed, especially considering it was such a simple task, you know? I got my pride riding on it.”

His tone deceptively light, he simply observed his enemy striking the ground with a relaxed countenance. He made no move to attack just yet and remained in his position, cocking an eyebrow at the display, his smile still firmly in place.

“. . .Was that an attempt to scare me away, Saber?” His opponent had not introduced himself with any class, but considering that attack just now, Lancer Prime judged that to be the likeliest — after all, Sabers were famed for their high specs in general. “You’re very confident in your ability.”

It was a simple comment — nothing incredibly insightful. Most heroes were confident in the first place, they had to be, especially if they qualified for the class that was touted as ‘the strongest’. It was just something to fill the silence while he analyzed his opponent.

A shield bearing the emblem of a golden lion.

A jet-black armor, not on par with his own, but the fine craftsmanship could not be denied.

And. . .

Ah, it was still too little to go on. ‘Great armor and wielding some sword’ could very easily define a thousand heroes, and a shield with a lion’s emblem was nothing new, either. Trying to figure out his identity from just that would be laughable.

So that only left one choice, then. His eyes — sharp and piercing like those of a raptor — met Saber’s gaze in earnest, and his spear was brought back just a touch, as though he would initiate a thrust from this distance.

. . .Madness. Even for a Lancer, when facing an enemy that was ‘roughly on par’, the distance between them was too great to launch that sort of attack without enough warning that they would know where and when to block, and if Saber’s other specs matched his apparent Strength, then he would doubtlessly see it coming.

However, Lancer Prime was not a normal spearman.

“Well, I still have my orders and you’re in my way. If you won’t just let me get through to investigate. . .”
His muscles tensed, ready to explode in motion at a moment’s notice.

[center]”I’ll just have to get your head, too.”[/center]

And then he exploded forward, practically materializing in front of his enemy. Even for a Servant, even for a Lancer, that speed was just absurd.

His spear, similarly, was a blur of black and teal seeking to bite into the enemy’s flesh, poised straight for the throat. It seemed that his speed did extend to more than just his legs — now it was only a question of whether or not the opponent could keep up.

[@phonic] [@Cu Chulainn]