[@Kala] [@seirei no hai] [@DarckLeon]
[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Red Archer[/color][/h2]
[h1]Las Vegas Strip - Fists and Men [3] [/h1][/center]

He weaved around the first, then smashed apart the second with his fist. Archer was about to dive in, snarling like the beasts he hunts. But-

He stopped, foot grinding into the dirt. He lifted his arms up crossing them and leaping back. But the bench struck him, and despite his block and movements away from it, he still flew forth, crashing into the structure aimed for.

[color=ed1c24]“You’ve got a lotta power. But we both know there’s more. So, what class are you anyway? WIth that sorta gaze and that strength you can’t be a Berserker. Are you a Knight Class too?” [/color]

Tilting his head for a crack of his neck as he climbed out of the rubble that ripped holes through the interior of the building like bullets. He walked out with a grin. The amount of damage he took was less than his foe, although it wasn't as small as he'd have hoped. Really, it was scary that a full on direct hit from his fist could be compared at all. This man could keep up, more than that. Perhaps he was even better at using his body as a weapon in martial arts than Archer, on top of that prodigious strength.

But.

[color=ed1c24]“Or should I ask those fists some more?” [/color]

If Lancer had an ability of perception and the channel of his brain that allowed him to follow what was acted with a greater ability than any other. Then it could only be a tool to react to that which is occurring. Powerful as it was it was one that was always on the backpedal in comparison to Archer's ability to feel actions before they happened. Knowing what to do to best strike at his foe and trust in the perception of his body was without a doubt  a superior sense that bridged the gap between their strength and Lancer's edge when it came to martial arts.

But what if Archer could close the gap between their strengths?

A fight to prove himself as the greatest, a battle to establish himself and prove the worth of his existence. Esau, the man born with a mighty body, who lauded in his strengths and drank of the pleasures of the earth. He dyed in red.

It was only in such a fight that he reached his full potential.

He launched himself forth, unleashing a barrage of strikes at Lancer's face. Now their blows were equal. The change in power melded with the guiding of his instinct and now he struck, slamming a fist into the side of Lancer. 

[color=ed1c24]"If this war has just another like you then it's a rebirth and sabbath more than worth it. But I have no intent of just keeping up with you. The strongest winner in this war.. is me!"[/color]