[h1][center][b][color=FFD700]Ahmicqui[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[center][h3][b][color=FFD700]Las Vegas Strip[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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A little patience had paid off, already could he feel more and more figures drawing closer to their position. Ahmicqui found that he could not stop smiling as already the war was starting to become interesting for them. He chuckled with mirth, turning his head towards Archer to regard him.

[color=FFD700]“We are not surrounded by cowards after all. We have tasted of the modern world, but let us now taste an experience that has prevailed through all of history.”[/color]

Blood, and the spilling of it. An expression of love unmatched even now. Two to meet and one to leave, a test of one’s talents and fortune. An opportunity to know love and to offer it in return. It had been rare to ever battle in his new life, at least something that resembled one rather than an one-sided slaughter. 

Archer of course had already departed, and he did not blame him. Instead by the time the ageless master caught up, he came with two drinks in his hands. Both poured in eiffel-tower shaped cups, a pair of straws trapped between his lips as he lazily sucked down his drinks at the same time. Plop.

[color=FFD700]“Oh ho? Hello there.. Hello to you. On a beautiful night do we meet, the most auspicious of signs is it not..”[/color] He snickered with delight while he made his way to stand next to the red Archer. The bronze-skinned man inspecting Lancer, though even if his sunglasses made it harder to see his eyes, it was clear there was a palpable curiosity spilling from his being. 

He turned his attention towards Archer once more. [color=FFD700]“‘Tis my dearest hope I need not utter it, but do not go all out.. This is a war I wish to savour.” [/color]