[center][h2][color=f7941d]Archer[/color][/h2]

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In kneeling to calm Maxie, Archer had subsequently let go of Dave's grip quite willingly— something that his Master had begun to attempt to force him to do through use of some form of Mystic Code. Archer had felt the watch on his wrist roar to life for a moment before he had made his own intentions clear, had felt magic begin influence the world and then cease just as quickly. He would need to understand that thing soon, once he made amends here.

Measuring both his and Dave's faces for a moment, Maxwell dutifully placed his paw within Archer's palm, as if mimicking the shake of hands that had sealed the cooperation between Master and Servant. The pup gazed into Archer's eyes with a solemn... expectation.

The Heroic Spirit of the Bow's thick black brows rose for a moment, heralding a hearty chuckle that rose from his belly as understanding dawned upon him.

[color=f7941d]"I hope you'll treat me well then, Maxie!"[/color] he replied, reaching forward to pat the Shepard on the back in much the same manner as he had Dave, before scratching him between his ears. [color=f7941d]"Forgive my subterfuge from before, but it seems our Master has either not deigned to or is unable to set up protection from potentially interested eyes."[/color]

With that Archer rose back up to his full height, folding his arms and returning his attention to the blonde in the room, humor somewhat fading.

[color=f7941d]"Truthfully, that would be my next question, Master,"[/color] he continued, [color=f7941d]"If I am to win you this War as I intend to, I need to know what you [i]are[/i] and [i]are not[/i] capable of."[/color]