[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/271031448755109888/452429537993818112/AchBanner.png[/img] [h2]’Lancer Prime’[/h2] [h3][i]Foreigner’s Basin, Miyama[/i][/h3][/center] He laughed as he continued his descent. Uncaring about whether his declaration had been heeded or not. It would be a shame, certainly — as far as it concerned something of the nature of this War, to have heroes snuffed out before they could even have a chance to prove their mettle or exchange names would be tragic, but this was simply the way things had turned out. However, there was something that caught his attention at the edge of his vision. A young man, engaged in battle, fighting against. . . Fighting against. . . No. There was no way that was right, there was absolutely no way that was possible, but at the same time, he had heard tales, from his teacher, his mother and father, about that demigod that possessed a body without peer, that man who could be called ‘the greatest hero of them all’. That frame, that body, that skill and the power behind each blow. He fit them perfectly, and he realized then just who he was seeing — Right before the young man decked him hard enough that he seemingly knocked the wind out of Hercules himself for a second. Speechless, his attention was split between the fires down below and the fight to the side. A smile split his face once again, and he decided he had to [i]get there as soon as possible[/i] after dealing with the task he had been given. After all, one was the man he had always wished to meet, the other was someone that could match him. His blood felt like it was boiling. And so, the sea of flames rose up to meet the falling world— ”What?!” He thought it would be a simple matter, but it proved anything but. Not only did it push back, he could feel actual struggle against the advance of his own Noble Phantasm. His expectations shattered in the face of something so ridiculous, eyes widening and prideful smile slipping away. To begin with, to stand before his shield was to stand against the world — even if the fire had absorbed curses, even if it had grown stronger from all those it had claimed already, it should not be able to resist the advance as it was crushed underneath, but his eyes did not trick him. Somehow, this fire had gained the [i]same characteristics[/i] as what sought to oppose it, but. . . No, the how, the why, that was not important at the moment. What mattered were his orders, and his own desire regarding this matter. He had said it before, hadn’t he? A hero is also someone who saves, and the nature of these flames only made them more terrifying — stopping their spread had only become an even greater priority if this was what they were able to do mere hours after their inception. Therefore, to save those that still resided in this city from the inferno, he. . . “Don’t think that’s all there is to me, either!” He roared out. Almost as if seeking to push it down himself, his shield came up once more before crashing downward again — once, ten times, a hundred times, so fast that his arms might as well have been a blur. He could not fail. He would not fail. Not when [i]that man[/i] was that close. He could not afford to —! This was not simply a matter of crushing it anymore, this had become an all-out clash between a microcosm and another. For a single instant that seemed to stretch into eternity, they pushed against one another, the flames tainted by curses pushing against the world that had been engraved with Achilles’ own life. And, in the end, there was one victor. The flames gave out, and the meteor continued its descent, the ground below cracking. The structures built by the hands of men were obliterated as a matter of course, blown away like they had never existed in the first place — it looked as though no trace would be left that anyone had ever lived there, and anyone that had not evacuated in time had likely been ground to dust as well — if they had even managed to survive the flames in the first place. Miyama — or rather, this part of it — had absolutely stopped existing as a town, the land left in great disorder. As he accomplished what he had set out to do and the ‘world’ he had called forth vanished, Achilles looked around and witnessed the damages first-hand. He scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “Ahahaha. . .I guess I might have overdone it?” Standing at the center of the newly-formed basin, he seemed to grow self-conscious at the strangest time. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it and using his shield as a makeshift mirror, looking himself over. “I gotta make a good first impression. . .no wait, I already dropped that on them, first impression plan did not go great,” He muttered to himself, “So I’ll apologize formally, invite them to drinks. . .hold off on asking for a fight, too, I need to smooth this out first.” He held the shield out in front of him, considering, before a glimmer in the reflection caught his eye. Tensing, he turned his head and watched the glow of flames in the distance. The fire, it seemed, had not been completely put out. “. . .Oh, come on!” He raged. “I interrupt his fight [i]and[/i] I can’t even put it out completely?” The indignation seeped away, giving way to despair as he came to another realization. “He. . .He will never sign my shield now. . .” . . .Well, nobody ever said heroes can't be fanboys themselves, as well.