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[h2][b]Sylvester II[/b][/h2]
[h3][i]Outside Apartment Workshop, Core District[/i][/h3]
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Things were not looking great for Rider. His once dominant position in the fight was slowly waning as Lancer began to increase in ferocity. 


Between the strength of D and the strength of B, Sylvester was at a significant disadvantage. His opponent was double his strength. The Lancer before Rider was someone of great power and speed, and even with his position before, Rider soon found himself at the other end of a spear being thrown back. Gone were the feints and passes that the Lancer had thrown into his attacks in order to edge out, in his mind at the time, an advantage, and now 

He would lose. 

Despite his advantage earlier, his calculations showed that there was a .02% chance that each of these attacks would end him, and when one is doing hundreds of attacks within the span of a second, this mathematics compounds and compounds, increasing from the .000001% chance he had calculated earlier, which was completely within the bounds of something that “should never occur”. 

… But if Rider’s opponent was going to go “all out” in this fight, he would have to match them with equal ferocity! 

His eye shuttered like a camera taking a photo what appeared to be hundreds of thousands of times a second, absorbing every amount of information he could from the battle at hand. He had to filter out what was “not needed” for calculations from his "vision" so that only what was “necessary” would be processed. A calculation of what “existed” that was the world which Rider lived in. 

More information.

Rider needed more information on the battle. 

The Demon he had reprogrammed with the help of a Moorish traveler was the greatest “computer” that humanity ever created! There was no way that he could lose with his wife right next to him. 

A strength of D and the strength of B; Sylvester still couldn’t overcome this gap if he wanted to “win” the fight. If he continued to fight in this defensive manner, according to his calculations, he would eventually lose at around the 50 or 60 turn count, which while a large amount of time away, was still a loss on his part. That much was already a given. Lancer was leveraging this power against him.


… And if he were to fall here, he could not make his Wish come true.

 Even to the man who had taken down the prince of hell, he was not a hero who murdered other heroes. He was a simple man of the cloth who had risen up the ranks after forcing the very same prince of hell to submit to his power with the power he held, but to a hero renowned for the murder of other heroes, Lancer clearly had the advantage there. 

Therefore …

.... If Rider wanted to win, he would have to continue forward past this adversity with everything he had at his disposal!

His right hand resonated with him, glowing golden for the moment.

It was as if his hand was otherworldly. 

It was as if his hand was inhuman. 

It was as if there was “something” that wasn’t human radiating from his hand comparable to the greatest of beasts; the skill held by those of the phantasmal rank held this power within themselves. The prana burst. 

… But this was the hand that was given to Sylvester. The person who would support him through his life and the person he cherished the most in the entire world. This was the culmination of their love for one another. Sylvester would use his “hand” and thus his wife would “act”. 

They trusted one another, and this was that proof!

“TAKE THIS, LANCER!”


It should be impossible for a person with half the strength of an opponent to overpower an opponent. Regardless of the difference in skill, the person with the incredible strength would eventually edge out an advantage, and it was not like Rider was more skilled than Lancer in fighting against other heroes. 

But there was one thing that Sylvester believed in above all else 

It was a human belief, but something that he held in his heart.

...And that …

That was making an impossibility a “reality” 

From his once backfooted defense, with the power of his hand, Sylvester overcame the difference in their strength. So much so that the once double advantage that Lancer was comfortable with was reversed. Rider was now ahead of his opponent, and he was edging ever so closer to victory!

And thus, Sylvester kept up the pressure. 

He would win.

He had to win. 

After all, it was his promise to his Master that he would win. 

And more importantly, that promise he made long, long ago that he would always win.