[@Kala] [@seirei no hai] [@DarckLeon]
[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Red Archer[/color][/h2]
[h1]Las Vegas Strip - [url=https://youtu.be/Lttvfc3ywJs?list=PLFC7776F0C2183335
]Fists and Men[/url][/h1][/center]
[color=ed1c24]“Oh, here they come.”[/color] 

He felt it, he knew it. It was coming.

[color=ed1c24]"That the master there? What do you think of him?"[/color] He asked Ahmicqui over their link as Lancer disrobed. The display and action brought a quirk of Archer's brow, but he simply took it in stride as he spared a moment to look over the older man that held a certain poise and backbone that was evident to the eye. Still, he was old, and more than that he felt old. It was a different kind of age, of a man in comparison to an ancient when he looked at the two masters in comparison. Not that his master was as old as some he had met in in life whether beast or "man" mind. 

Still his attention was primarily on his "equal", the man he sought to prove himself mightier than. The primordial man shifted as Lancer moved, yet despite the intent and power that came at him his grin did not falter. [color=ed1c24]"You're pretty fast! A wrestler too... well, it's funny."[/color]

The punch swung into empty air as Archer shifted, twisting his body and holding out his elbow  while clenching his fist against his hip so as to allow it to sail into the empty gap. His grin only grew as he closed it off, wrapping around and squeezing down on Lancer’s wrist. The predicted strike was both negated and countered in a single response as he moved to pin down and invite Lancer into the grapple he so wanted, the red man’s hand grasping Lancer’s elbow and giving him a tug back to force the Lancer off his footing and pulling him into Archer’s space.

[color=ed1c24]“I’m not my brother who likes to drag people down by their ankles, but I’ve beat down a lot of beasts myself.”
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Archer’s right hand swung out in a punch, aiming for his chest, aiming for the breast that was exposed by his pinned arm and position.

Good.
      [sub][color=ed1c24]Blood[/color][/sub] 
His [color=ed1c24]Red [/color]flowed and rushed, his skin danced with lightning and his [b]instinct[/b] was loud and clear about this servant. He was strong, this would be a good fight. This was not a battle between two wild beasts, but rather men surrounded by them. Men of the earth, men of savage civilization. Nation and King clashed with their fists. A keen eye against a keen sense. 

[color=ed1c24]“Come on, show me what you’ve got!”
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