[center][h1]Lancer[/h1][/center]

Cities being 'destroyed' like this were not necessarily abnormal within the modern era they had just arrived from. It was something of a cruel fact of the world that situations like these were inevitable. Even so, it wasn't like that took away any of their value. Saving a person, saving a city, saving the history of man- even if those things ended, they certainly had 'value'. 

Lancers only response to this disturbing landscape was to bring her hand to rest on the holy sword at her hip. Perhaps if any of them could see under her helmet, she may have scoffed a little. The bodies about her were far more abnormal than the city itself. Though she was not a Magus, she 'knew' what made up their body was synonymous with death. Yes, for as long as she was a Servant, touching that filth would be the same thing as laying down to die.

It was a bit boggling- to think that a military force could casually carry with it some sort of physical 'grudge' reaching into the divine class was unthinkable for this era. It had to be the work of a Servant, or something of an equivalent or greater threat level. This was something a Servants Noble Phantasm could certainly accomplish. Lancers grip on her weapon tightened slightly, and she prepared herself for combat at any moment, from any where. Their position was utterly unsecure.

That being said, her situation was far less important than her Masters. Lancer gave a moment to contact them and notify her of the situation, before waiting on a response.

As for those around her, she may have reacted to their presence certainly. But her helmet ensured her thoughts wouldn't be betrayed in the slightest.

Their first and most pressing concern was to leave this area. The soldiers wore the same uniform. Going off that, Lancer guessed they were all on the same side. Seeing as there were no other corpses aside from theirs, it was almost certain their opponent had been something nearing or at the class of a Servant. The ominous grudges that littered the ground, their confused arrival, and the very fact this was a battlefield- they needed to prioritize leaving and regrouping just as that master had said.

". . .We could be under watch right now. For the moment, I'll refrain." Revealing ones class could be free information to an enemy. Perhaps whoever had done this was an Assassin and never left? This place reeked of an ambush, especially with the possibly deadly terrain created by the bodies.

"I will take point while Assassin screens our advance. Little Brother, I'll leave the girl in your hands." Lancer set off, moving toward any direction that wasn't here. Until Assassin notified them of a good staging area to regroup, only leaving here mattered for the moment. Since that Assassin was the presumably the womans Servant, Lancer wasn't especially worried about them getting seperated. The capacity to speak over a link was a powerful asset.