[@Kala] [@seirei no hai] [@DarckLeon]
[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Red Archer[/color][/h2]
[h1]Las Vegas Strip - Coming Closer[/h1][/center]
[color=ed1c24]“Oh, here they come.”[/color]

Really, sure they weren’t hiding themselves. But it was rude, timid for them to not make a show of themselves. To Archer it clicked. This wasn’t a rival, not yet anyway. This was prey.

Half the drink was gone by the time Archer rose to his feet. Walking against the crowd, people parting in the wake of the massive man. He made a show of himself, raising a fist into the air. A guts pose, a clenched arm showing off his body and declaring a victory.

[color=ed1c24]“Hey, there. You’ve come to fight, right?” [/color]

Appearing before the two he was without a doubt a servant. Holding no weapon, and surprisingly relaxed, filled with openings. Confidence and power. Clearly itching for a fight and yet not in a stance prepared for one. Despite all that he was obviously eyeing Lancer head to toe. A wild glint evaluated him like a beast on the hunt, and yet his eyes wandered to the space around them as well. 

Really, what was up with this guy?

[color=ed1c24]"Because I've been waiting. Let's go, huh?" 
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