[h2]Lancer[/h2]
Though brief, the battle that ensued before her eyes gave Brynhildr a very good grasp at the other Servants’ capabilities. In fact, Rider was one that she was able to identify without much difficulty, given that he was a brave warrior of the twilight of the Age of the Gods, one of the many that she had looked over personally while performing her duty as a Chooser of the Slain. Not only that, but all the information gathered in these brief moments would prove to be incredibly valuable in the continuation the war.

[i]“Master, get ready to leave. We have acquired enough information for the time being. However, I would like to track those familiars back to their origin if you are--”[/i] Lancer was about to conclude her telepathic report to her Master and leave to a more secluded vantage point when Assassin finally noticed her, derailing the silver-haired Servant’s train of thought momentarily. [i]“Please, remain on your guard, Master. As long as you keep your magic circuits closed they are unlikely to notice you as well. Nevertheless, if you believe you are in danger, don’t hesitate to call me,”[/i] Lancer said to her Master in the brief moment that it took for her spiritual body to materialize.

“Apologies for the intrusion, Rider and Assassin, it really seems that old habits die hard, especially for Heroic Spirits,” Lancer said after summoning her spear whose blade reflect the moonlight in a nigh supernatural way, in a way similar to her burnished mithril armor. Her hair swayed back and forth in the nocturnal breeze as she said, “Rest assured that both your skills and bravery have touched me. Especially you, King of Strategists. I never would have expect to have the honor of meeting such a prominent hero of the Age of the Gods in a battlefield of this era. And you, Assassin, though I may not know much about your history, your swordplay swayed my heart.”

Following her greetings to the other Servants, Lancer turned toward the Masters, “While I’m not interested in your modern Magi politics, I’ll hereby greet you in my Master’s stead. Furthermore, in honor of the bravery of your Servants, I ask you to not command them to press on any retaliation tonight. I respect your decision to join forces, nevertheless, I would prefer to face your Servants in a duel, when I’m not the only one at an information advantage. I can promise you two days before I begin to hunt you down; if you know your craft as Magi, you should be able to discern at least some information regarding my identity by that time. If you agree, I shall take my leave at this very moment. Otherwise, I can give you a demonstration of the power I command here and now.”