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[h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i]
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Alright, good, that had been dealt with. Archer was hardly a fan of the 'divine punishment' angle in most cases, but come on, when someone did something like that, there was something of a code that he had to stick to. Besides, if people just thought they could mess with the manager of a bar, how did that reflect on the bar as a whole?

Well, regardless, hopefully that kid would have learned his lesson, assuming he survived. Archer had gone pretty easy on the kid; nothing too excessive, just a minor recreation of Pentheus's story, so if the kid was able to handle himself well enough and had a bit of luck, he ought to be able to survive. Assuming he did, he'd hopefully have learned the lesson of not trying to push Archer around. Assuming he didn't...well, that was just how these things went. 

It'd probably be best that he kept a tab on the kid and the Servant both, though, for the time being.

With that matter attended to and in need of another drink, Archer turned to reenter his bar, only to pause. 

He saw it. 

No, before he saw it, he felt it.

No, before he felt it, he [i]saw[/i] it. 

The Servant turned in the moment before a comet descended on his territory, rounding about to face the new arrival. Even if the spiritual foundation and the hair were not dead giveaways in their own right, there was only one Servant who boasted that degree of speed. 

[color=aba000]"Ah..."[/color]

He'd been dreading this, truth be told. After all, while Archer himself had few issues with Troy, to many of his students, those walls represented 'Hell itself'. The place that they and their friends were met with death, the place that they and their friends devoted their lives to shattering. 

Well, no matter. 

Still standing outside the bar, facing Achilles head-on even as he let out that guttural scream, Archer spoke up in response. 

[color=aba000]"There's no mud in ya face, Ach. He ain't here, and neither's the girl. Remember rule numbah twenty-two: [b]restraint[/b]. Clear ya head, don't be a fuckin' dick, capisce?"[/color]

In the face of a Servant who could be called an unquestioned contender for the strongest being in this current war, Archer's demeanor didn't change in the slightest. If anything, he seemed more exasperated than anything else. Achilles always had a temper on him, after all, but there were ways of dealing with that. 

Being responsible for nearly the entirety of one's childhood traumas gave a litany of options, after all.