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[h2]’Lancer Prime’[/h2]
[h3][i]Middle of Town, Shinto Town[/i][/h3][/center]

The Heroic Spirit of the spear looked at the burning district across the river, the weapon that granted him his title slung across his shoulders. A careless laugh escaped him as he received the orders from his Master.

“You’re even blowing one of those things on this? Are you sure that is wise? Although it’s not like I dislike that sort of thing.” He mock-chastised the hasty decision made in a drunken stupor with a smile, then immediately retracted it. Whether it had been a decision made with cold logic or a snap-judgement in the heat of the moment, Lancer Prime was a hero that would respect it.

There was a saying about alcohol bringing the truth out of people. His Master would not have done this if she was not concerned with the safety of those that would be caught by the flames, and he would answer that request without hesitation.

After all, even if he was the hero of the rushed life, even if his tale was one of violence, he was still a hero in the end.

And a ‘hero’ is also ‘someone who saves’. Therefore. . .

The spear vanished, he would have no use for it now. So thinking, he took a few steps back and materialized something else in its stead.

A shield coalesced, firmly grasped in his left hand. Visually speaking, it seemed to be an ordinary piece — solid and excellently made, to be certain, but lacking any sort of adornments or signs that it was a hero’s tool beside that craftsmanship.

Just a simple, round shield, an antique that seemed plain when compared to his radiant armor. 

However, it was still one of the ‘treasures’ that Lancer Prime could confidently call nigh unmatched in the entire world, and one he held dear to his heart.

Crouching as if to begin a run, empowered by the Command Mantra his Master had used, he smiled.

“Hope there’s not too many heroes in there,” His muscles tensed. “It’d be pretty lame if they died before we could even exchange names properly wouldn’t it?”

Then, he exploded into motion, running forward full speed like a shooting star, people and buildings blurring around him. In an instant, he was already at the edge of Mion river, continuing his path atop the water without even a second of hesitation, too swift to be sunk here.

It was only natural. Backed by a Command Mantra, this was the sort of divine speed that could be achieved by the hero who was extolled as ‘the fastest, no matter the era’, moving like lightning across the battlefield, crossing the distance in but a breath. In the eternity between heartbeats, he had already reached his destination, the edge of the spreading flames just another step away.

But instead of plunging headfirst into the fire, Lancer Prime jumped above it, as high as he could with the momentum he had built combined with the strength of his legs. It was not true ‘flight’, but it was as close as it would get.

[center][h3]Sky Above Foreigner’s District, Miyama[/h3][/center]

Gravity asserted its hold over him then, and he dived headfirst into the inferno below. Everything seemed so small he could not help but laugh — the exhilaration had lit a fire in his veins.

It was only natural, he supposed. After all, had he not boasted that his life was that of a falling star?

He lifted his shield up and then he brought it downwards as if to smash an imaginary opponent, proudly declaring the name of the Noble Phantasm Achilles would, with no hesitation, call ‘the strongest trump card’.

[center][sub][i]The Miniature World Enclosed by the Azure Sky[/i][/sub]
“[b][i]Akhilleus Kosmos![/i][/b]”[/center]

The effect was, thus, activated.

Akhilleus Kosmos — the shield of Achilles, described with a hundred lines in Homer’s Iliad. A Divine Construct crafted by Hephaestus said to have been engraved with the world.

A Barrier-type Noble Phantasm that ‘deployed a Bounded Field’. The nature of that field could be guessed only with the treasure’s title.

Cities, beaches, rivers and mountains, the sky surrounding them. People, both ordinary, faceless masses and ‘those that had been engraved in the hero’s heart’. The places where he spent his childhood, the battlefields where he became a man, a thousand ships sailing the currents and a great city that stood before them, all those memories and more had been crammed into it to give life.

Akhilleus Kosmos — a Noble Phantasm engraved with ‘Achilles’ world’. The reality as he knew and understood it, with all the good and the bad, in all its beauty and ugliness, colored and seen through the lens of the great sprinter that distinguished himself on the battlefields of the Trojan War.

As far as ‘defense-type Noble Phantasms’ were concerned, it was certainly in a class of its own with only a handful of treasures equaling it, and only the tool of a certain king that could be called one of the summits definitely surpassing it.

An absolute barrier that protected the wielder from all harm — the masterwork of Greece’s premier blacksmith that employed the ‘world itself’ as defense.

. . .However, that was not what he was using it for. There were no ‘attacks’ coming his way, so using it like that was pointless to begin with.

But whoever said that ‘shields can only be used to defend’ anyway? If you asked the man himself, he would have you know that bashing an enemy’s face in was a valid use, and he applied the same principle to this gift.

Therefore, falling from the sky above Miyama at breakneck speed like a meteor was. . .

A ‘world’.

Laughing, Achilles rushed to meet the earth below, and his Noble Phantasm dutifully followed.

”Small fry, get out of the way if you appreciate your lives!” He declared with an inordinate amount of pride. “And any who remain, be crushed or rise above it, this is the time to prove your brilliance as heroes!”

[center]”Only real warriors have any right to stand here!”[/center]

[@Miyama dudes]