[center][h1] Lancer - Percival Lily - Miyama Town - Nementon[/h1][/center][@Cu Chulainn] [@Dosthou]	

"Sure." he chirped out before bringing out his spear. Oddly it was not something materialized, but something he physically carried. If anything there was nothing that was not astralized in a spiritual form with Lancer, nor did he seem to return to a spiritual form himself as he moved to confront Rider. A king against a boy that strove to be a knight. A great hero against a fool who wished to share in the glory of those who he saw.

The one who stood at the top against one who began at zero.

Yet this was no longer the starting point. The lily had grown beyond a zero. The youth confronting Rider was not one who challenged him ignorantly, but could see how the king shone with the glory and power of a true A-class servant and hero. He challenged him despite understanding the gulf between them, his level.

The blade of a commoner, the blood of a dragon, the skill of a hero.

No matter how you dubbed the strengths of Dietrich they were above Percival one by one. The power of his body, the ability at arms, the grade of their weapons. But in terms of their keen senses that went beyond the normal perceptive qualities of a human, Percival was more than Dietrich’s equal.

With growing smile he dashed in, spear thrusting forth. The voices were already speaking of Dietrich’s incoming moves. Percival let himself be lost to the fight, after all there was only his own life on stake for this fight. A wager much lighter than the one of the night of fire.

He was the one being challenged this time. So he may as well set the pace. A simple boy was being challenged by a knight. So the boy would share his strength immediately.