[color=8dc73f]“Your Mongolia?”[/color] Ah, so it seemed he was correct in his assumption that Rider of Red was from the same place as he; what’s more, from her words it seemed she was a descendant of his people, someone who had even heard stories of him from her Shaman, and also someone of great import. Subotai? Kublai? The names were familiar even if the knowledge of them was not his own, but she spoke as if she knew them personally. Could Rider perhaps be her? [color=8dc73f]“Ah, could it be that you are the Great Khan herself? How strange that I should meet you first out of all of my opponents; it seems fate is testing my resolve with such bitter irony.”[/color]

While they conversed, Rider’s Master continued to defend herself from the assault of his allies golem’s, shooting them down with a sling or striking them from the air with her spear. For a modern Magus the girl handled herself well in combat, not allowing even a single golem to reach her, though she was greatly aided by her weapon which seemed to have a life of its own; it was a sinister thing and something about it that made Lancer wary.

It was when the Master called out for Rider’s assistance that he chose to strike. Lancer launched himself forward and brought his over-sized spear to bear, swinging it around his body as he sought to sweep the legs out from under Rider’s majestic mount.

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