[center][h1] ??? Lily - Outskirts of the burning Foreigner District/Miyama[/h1][/center]		
“Fool’s Garb.”

What happened was not a transformation quite of Lancer himself, but rather of his clothing.  The ash-coated garb that hid his potential and his fairness under the guise of an idiot melted away, the magical energy of a noble phantasm transforming it and taking form as a suit of splendid red armor. 

He shone with the brilliance of a hero, his polished and beautiful armor all the more so as it marked the sudden transformation of Lancer, or rather, reveal of his own qualities with the lifting of that dreadful attire which only sought to hide glory and hide one from destiny.

What stood there was no longer a child nor a simple warrior. 

Lancer had turned into a knight.

The Red Knight leapt forth, swinging his own wooden spear into the blow of Ruler, creating a struggle that created an explosive clash. The winds that ripped at their surroundings gouged and shred into dust the ground and stripped away at the homes that still were not on fire around them. Lancer flew as a missile, knocked away by the sheer power of Ruler. But he was not harmed, even as he crashed through burning walls, and spun to his feet to land onto the streets. Not from the flames, nor from the blow of Ruler. Even as he flew the Lancer began his response to Ruler, his spear lashing out to shatter and fling a firestorm at Ruler from the wreckage of burning husks and melting fences. Showering him in the obscuration of black flames. It would not hurt him, the fireballs of cursed flames washing over the protector of the grail, flame and dousing Ruler in smoke. But it was a literal smokescreen.

Lancer.

No.

There was only one identity possible for the one who was a knight, a fool and a young boy all in one.	

The spear grew, both as a mystery and as a weapon, as if it were a tree itself. Branches grew large only to fall off, leaves sprouted only to scatter away into the burning winds. At the end of it the spear remained a mere wooden spear. But it’s size and level as a weapon was much greater than before. Similarly Lancer in his revealed full glory was vastly different. No longer did a mere child stand before Ruler. His Saint Graph was in fluctuation, and even his stature seem to change.

He was a knight from the utopian kingdom, a famed warrior who sat at that table. As a hero he was most definitely of the highest class. Yet as a child he was only at the beginning of his legend, the starting point.

But the fact that the starting point reached that end was a reality. The end result of Lancer was already decided and dictated, and so even in that form, even as a child he shared in that. Immature, but still that hero. Only now did Lancer prove himself to truly be that man.

His charge forth towards Ruler held a speed greater than what he had exhibited in the past by a multitude. His eyes were sharper, looking at the great hero with clarity, even muddled through his own mind. 

His thrust towards Ruler came from a blindspot, as much as a blindspot could exist against this man. His skill with his spear sharpening seemingly with each step he took, and guided by his skill. This was a blow that even Ruler could not take lightly.

In the midst of a tragedy, in a town where people were overwhelmed by curses. There was one boy who was showered in nothing but blessings.

His name was Percival.	

[@CorpusMundum]