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[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Red Archer[/color][/h2]
[h1]Las Vegas Strip - Man of Beast [/h1][/center]

[color=ed1c24]“!”
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He wasn’t about to be denied. He wasn’t about to be shown up.

So he decided to direct his aggression elsewhere. Lancer’s breaking away wasn’t contested… if anything.

Archer charged forth, letting out a spirited cry as he unleashed his own barrage of fists on the flying metal. The power of the intruding third servant was immense. But there was no way it could stand up to two legends. The fists of Archer and the frame of Lancer’s weapon halted the flight of the car.. Then it began to shatter, then it flew back in a cloud of razor sharp chunk and dust that buffeted the Berserker in a gust.

[color=ed1c24]“You’re pretty strong too, aren’t you. Too bad, I’m still stronger.”[/color] The comment was directed to both, but he turned to Lancer with his growing smile. He spoke, both to his foe, and to his master. Physically and mentally he offered a proposal.

[color=ed1c24]“Let’s fight. I want to see what you can do.”[/color]

He nodded his head at the third party’s direction. “A battle to show that I’m stronger than you. We can compete by seeing whose fists beat him down better. Works for us doesn’t it?”

An alliance, and yet not. It was a competition and an invitation both to ally and foe.

[color=ed1c24]“Regardless… I’m not gonna wait around.”[/color]

He charged, fists lashing out at Berserker. 

How he’d move, how Archer should move. Both were felt and even if he was overwhelming in power…

Well, it wasn’t like he was out of reach.

[color=ed1c24]“Now you smell like a beast. But do I gotta beat the truth out of you?”[/color]