[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qp9FfaF.png[/img][/center] [center][h2]Hibiya Park Field, Chiyoda Ward[/h2][h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucpDhVAqiNk]First Flight[/url][/h3][/center] "Hmm, don't think so.” The jest was responded to with a smile as he braced himself. “Rider huh? All the better.” The connection was made as he waited for Rider to climb his mount. “I’m a horseman myself at times. So why don’t we make this a bit more formal? Take this, my human jousting techniques!” He erupted. Magical energy flooded and coarsed out of Lancer, coating him and wreathing it with its volume. The charge was less a man and more a beast of legend as the aura whirred and spun. The rotation of his energy focused the aura as a drill pointing forward, harnessing that otherwise indiscriminately burned away and churned the earth underneath him in his passing. It was no explosion like that of his king, but a continuous flow from world to man. If the horse was a beast that matched the abilities of man in its intellect, then he was a man who matched the stature of a monster with his spear. Shining like a phantasm, Lancer charged past, side by side, his large spear aimed at the Rider as he passed the horse. The drill-like blow aimed for his chest, aiming to gouge into him and rip through as he passed. The energy was his true spear and shield both, and with the speed of the already swift servant class augmented by the coating from his spear, his sudden rush blazed forth as a surprise. His passing burned at the flank and hooves of Karushka. Here was the hard part. An ability that could be called the cornerstone of his fighting style, and a taste of what his trump card had to offer. Yet the biggest problem was that… It was hard to stop! But if something like that was too much for him. Then he could hardly be called a hero. His instinct and experience, along with his rush-forward gungho attitude were what made this ridiculous fighting style possible in the first place… and also let him think of it to begin with. Lancer slammed his feet into the ground after their exchange of blows, dirt and grass melting away from the mana-coating, his footing crumbling from the force and energy. His hand swiped through the ground to turn him about, Lancer swiveling to face his foe again as he prepared for another charge Well he showed his trick, but the initial surprise was only the start of the battle. “Rider, your horse is a nice horse. But it’s unfortunate. I’m the best horse around!”