[center][b]Hamel Della Astrologia
Miyama Town, Forward Operating Base, Designation NEMETON[/b][/center]

In retrospect perhaps it was not the most intelligent thing to set off fireworks as a challenge. Hamel had expected a foolhardy master to rush in if he was lucky, or perhaps a servant capable of being beaten off. The theory behind his decision was somewhat sound, but so focused was he on creating an advantageous battlefield for his servant that he had failed to ask himself one crucial question.

What if the servant who had accepted his challenge was so beyond his own preparation, so beyond his own servant he could do naught but hope Lancer could survive.

Images of last night replayed through his head, his spine shivering in both awe and fear at the sight of that legendary man. It was fortunate that he had come to an understanding with his own servant, and while the new challenger was not that ridiculous heroic spirit, that paragon of heroism, it was not hard to see the man who had contemptuously stepped forward into his bounded field as anything but another exemplar of humanity.

Sweat broke out upon his brow, cowed by the utter presence of the Servant. The sheer power emanating from him was terrifying, while he had seen servants fight through Lancer’s eyes, it was another experience entirely to stand before an existence that he knew could disembowel him with nary a glancing blow.

The knowledge that death itself stood before him had instilled once more that primal instinct of man that he had thought he had conquered twice fold, once as a magi, and the other as a practitioner of druidism.

There was nothing he could do in this situation but rely on his own servant. Which was why he put all his hopes into this singular spell.

In the deck of cards that was the Throne of Heroes, he had been granted a ‘Joker’. A card of possibilities, a card that grew. It was painful, true, to have been partnered with Lancer in the beginning. The headaches he had endured, the ridiculous sights he had seen. 

But no, yesterday, in the midst of a tragedy, there in Hamel’s heart hope was reignited. 

This moment, this curse (blessing) he would impart onto Percy was filled with the hopes and memories of that growing boy, who became a splendid knight and achieved that beautiful romance. 

This battle would be determined in a single strike, is what he had hoped within all his heart, curse charged to the utmost of his abilities.

In the your time of need, you will find (overcome) only ruin Lancer. 

[@Sageage][@Cu Chulainn]