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[h2][b]Sylvester II[/b][/h2]
[h3][i]Outside Apartment Workshop, Core District[/i][/h3]
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Sylvester stood alone in front of the assault of the enemy Servant. 

Durindana was a sharp spear, sure. A weapon of great power used by the hero of the Trojan War, Hector, and then again by the Hero of France, Roland, showing that the weapon could be considered something that was “peerless”. But every weapon has the same weakness. If the weapon does not “strike” an opponent, then such a weapon was useless. 

It was not even too much of an efforted movement. With his “armored hand”, he quickly slammed the blade away each time, sending the weapon off the course and deflecting the blow, similar to a certain blue spearman’s battle with a certain red archer. Unlike that time though, these Heroic Spirits seemed equally matched to some degree. 

Servants were beings of great power, but neither of the two had activated a noble phantasm; the proof of their legend. A battle between two Servants was a battle between noble phantasms, and the fact neither of these Servants appeared to have used theirs was proof that they were going easy on one another. 

It didn’t matter how or when Hector attacked, even attempting to shift the weapon showed no change to Sylvester’s prowess. Almost as if some sort of divination was occurring during each strike, Sylvester was able to know how and when Hector would strike his opponent and would counter back each time with a quick, collected movement of his right hand. 

Not a single attack was able to puncture through Sylvester’s defense. While not a wall in its own regard, one might akin his defensive prowess against the Hero of the Trojan war akin to the walls of Troy themselves. Not in terms of the “toughness”, but of the seemingly impossible amount of “impregnability” presented by Rider at this time. 

A barrage of attacks from the spearman before him, even if he was able to close the gap, would still put him at a disadvantage; it would be impossible for a man without an obvious weapon to defeat someone with a ranged weapon. But at the minimum, it appeared that Sylvester would not succumb to any of the attacks from the Lancer-class Servant. Even in a million years if this battle were to continue at the pace it was, one might be correct to assume that the stalemate would remain. 

[color=8493ca]“Not bad. I can tell you are a very skilled spearman! At your age, color impressed, old man!”[/color] Sylvester said to his opponent. Of course, Sylvester was complimenting the opposing spearman, but given the fact that he had just deflected every single one of these strikes; strikes aimed for vital points each attack. Despite this assault, Rider was able to deflect, dodge, and redirect every single one of the Trojan Hero’s attacks one by one with mechanical action. 

[color=8493ca]“Though I am told by my Master that giving away my name isn’t something I should be doing in this war, you are a great Hero. I can tell, Lancer. Even the legions of hell might fear your blade! But unfortunately I have been told by my Master that he wishes to obtain the Holy Grail, and that is what I shall do. So prepare yourself, Lancer!” [/color]

Gaps in attacks; lapses in judgment. Rider saw them all. And used them to his advantage. Even if the length of a spear compared to the length of his reach was an impossible gap to overcome, Heroes were beings that created a “possibility” within the realm of “impossible”; to give hope to the hopelessness. 

And Rider would turn this “impossibility” into a “possibility” and put the Hero of Troy on the back ropes!