[center][hr][h3]Archer
[sup][sup][i]Tristan — The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Somewhere around the Core — Passing the Ball[hr][/center]The sudden change in behavior of the other Servant didn't escape Tristan's perception. She probably took offense at his assessment of her "assets". A reaction that sure wasn't unknown to the Knight of the Round Table.

"I would have it no other way, milady," he said as she challenged him openly.

Tristan's lips curled into a smirk as his foe step in the roof and drew her sword while slashing at him in a single, fluid motion. Just as he imagined, she could only hail from the Far East. Not only that, but the level of skill she displayed made it clear that she wasn't a target to be underestimated.

Nevertheless, the swing would be met with Failnaught as Tristan used his "bow" to parry the strike with the intent of evaluating his opponent's physical Strength.

Normally, a move that placed your bow out of alignment with your target would make it impossible even for the most skilled of Archer's to hit anything. However, such was not Tristan's case as would become clear to his foe when the Archer unleashed a counter of his own. Running his fingers through Failnaught's strings, Tristan "shot" five "arrows", aiming for the other Servant's heels, thighs, and wrist.

As he did so, Tristan took the chance to quickly jump backward, trying to put some space between him and his foe.

"Your swordsmanship is admirable, milady. Even though I'm not too acquainted with the techniques from the Far East, I'm confident that your skill matches that of the best of my comrades in arms. Am I right to assume that you are a Saber?" Tristan asked. For the first time ever since they met, his voice would have shifted away from a completely depressing tone to one of excitement.
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