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[h1][center][color=00aeef][b]Reduced to Sauce[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

[h2][center] Canal District, Arondissement 10, McDonald's -> Through the city [/center][/h2]

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He had failed, miserably. He didn't have the time to fully manifest his NP and only just managed to clip the sword. The sheer power behind the projectile, however, made sure that it hit it's mark regardless of what he did. He didn't see it but he heard it, just as the sword sped past his ear. A sickenly splatter. Berserker retrieved their Master and fled the scene quickly. Lancer was safe, for now, but he had little time left in this world. With his Master gone he would soon fade into the nothingness. He could already feel the world around him start to ravage his body, rejecting the paradox that was a Sengoku Era General in the modern age.

[i][color=00aeef]"I am sorry my Master, but I have no time to mourn."[/color][/i]

He quickly took off through the streets of the brilliant city. 

[i][color=00aeef]"Surely if Berserker and their Master were bold enough to attack this night, other teams did as well. There's a chance that a Master is out there without a Servant. No matter how slim that chance might be. I've never let improbable odds stop me before and I certainly won't let that stop me now..."[/color][/i]