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

His hands let go of the spear as its force bled into Rider’s shield, a rune flashing to life as it began to fly away on its own accord.  Lancer then lashed out with a fist towards rider, a blow just as potent as his spear, albeit much more dangerous for the servant. For no matter how strong his attacks were his body would not hold up to the steel of his blade. To assume one could assault someone like Rider with impunity was foolish, yet Lancer attacked in his rush trying to force a momentum against the man with a wall-like defense. But even that had limits, especially with how keen his eyes were. 

He knew he could not tarry in a melee with Rider. So Lancer abandoned his push almost as fast as it had begun. His other free hand reached for his spear, grabbing onto the shaft that was flying away so he would be pulled along. At the same time he twisted his body for a kick towards Rider’s face, intending to break away with a gift to the servant, propelling himself away and striking in one fluid move. In flight he flipped to land back on his feet, a great scar carved by his feet in the flowerbeds, his landing cutting through and crushing tree-roots in his body’s path.

The thoughts of Lancer evolved, but it was a question whether he at his peak, the full completed legend could stand up to Rider.

“I am Percival.” he declared to Rider before incanting the name of his wear. Well, it would've been obvious to anyone what his identity was the moment he transformed his wear into that armor but... the slight smile on Lancer's face implied that he was simply sharing it because he felt it. Perhaps he had forgotten about that fact? But it was no matter. What stood before Rider was more than a foolish boy indeed. Once more he transformed into the Red Knight of the Round Table. Once more he took on that man’s armor as that curse was affixed upon him. Once more he became a blessed youth who stood against a hero.