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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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Rider wasn't surprised that his opponent easily redirected his body check with a throw, intuition aside. If this were a battle where he would want to go all-out, then he wouldn't have opened himself to such a technique in the first place. Experiencing first-hand the art of Pankration in action by one of its best students, however, was an opportunity Rider did not want to pass. Of course, this was another privilege open only to the likes of Rider, who is quite frankly hard to destroy.

A grin formed on Rider's face as Lancer performed his throw. It was strange, as his previous attack had just been countered completely, it's as if he was some sort of masochist. With Rider's instincts, however, which are at the point where they could be considered a type of precognition, he could have foreseen what's to come in the next few seconds. But what was there to smile about aside from Rider trying to make himself into a handsome crater?

[color=gold]"You truly are a great hero, but..."[/color]

All Rider did to brace himself was reinforcing his body. Aside from that, he allowed himself to slam to the ground, as if he were deliberately letting himself get thrown. When Lancer's fist soon followed, which Rider was able to see using his instincts, he jerked his head sideways at an attempt to avoid the blow, albeit half-heartedly enough for the blow to, at best, just graze him. Despite his instincts, which have already attuned to Lancer's speed, warning him of oncoming attacks, Rider was still just a bit too slow to avoid them easily unless he were already in a favorable position from the start, like when he had his shield up during Lancer's initial charge. Adapting to Lancer's speed meant finding a way to make his speed a non-factor, which was why Rider let Lancer throw his punch.

The next series of events happened in just a mere second.

Letting his shield dematerialize in his spirit armory, Rider launched his hand towards Lancer's arm as soon as the punch connected, whether or not it hit his face or the ground behind it. Gripping his arm tightly and pulling down as if he tried to keep him down with him, Rider let go of his fist just as quickly. He wasn't trying to pull him, it seems, but rather, he was keeping him in the perfect position just long enough for his armor to blast him upward.

[b]Rüstung von Ortnit[/b], the golden armor that Rider was wearing, sported a rather unique property that was meant for a specific mode of combat. It was made with the intent that its wearer would be surrounded by many enemies, as its original owner was tasked with venturing forth into territory claimed by their enemies. The property in question, [i]refraction[/i], allowed for hits to have their force redirected away from their intended target, as if the attack just went through the wearer. With this logic, it means that if force were applied to one end of the armor, it would simply blast out of the other. 

And since Rider was being thrown to the ground and Lancer had positioned himself just on top of Rider, all Rider had to do was keep Lancer in that same position in order to turn his own attack against him. 

[color=gold]"... You should know not to give your weapon to a looter like me!"[/color]

Whether the blast launched him skyward or just disoriented his opponent, Rider gripped the spear in his hand tightly. Lancer's titular weapon, and one he would so easily give away, if only for a brief moment. To Rider, however, who is known famously for using his opponent's weapons against them, this was something completely favorable to him. While he had no real way of stealing it at this time, and he did not intend to in the first place, Rider was interested in seeing the effects of Lancer's weapon in action. From what he has gathered so far, the spear had no intrinsic effect of breaking through armor like that traitor's sword. So Rider instead lunged the spear upward, throwing it if he had to, centered specifically to hit the only spot his opponent had left unarmored; his face.