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[img]https://i.ibb.co/9H4SkZ7/image.png[/img][h3]Somewhere in the hills, District XII[/h3][hr][@DarckLeon][@Breo][@DostHou][/center]
Seeing his opponent draw his blade to deflect his attacks, Archer was quite intrigued at this response, observing his opponent more closely. As he did though, a slight shiver was sent down Archer's spine. Survival instincts, maybe? Archer couldn't quite put his hand on it, himself, but there was something about this Servant... something tangible about his demeanor. No matter what it is, between his swordsmanship as well as his knightly disposition, Archer would quite easily deduce that his opponent was the Knight of the Sword. Satisfied with his response, Archer pointed his gun upward so that it wasn't immediately pointing at his foe, and stood up with an amused look on his face.

"[color=crimson]Ah, pardon my rudeness. I've only got one good eye, so I'd have to take every shot I can! Hope you understand.[/color]" Archer chuckled in response, puffing his cigarette once more and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "[color=crimson]Your skills with the blade are quite impressive though, black swordsman. And with a blade like that... I'd assume you're Saber, then?[/color]"

Despite maintaining the same casual air that his opponent had, Archer was keeping his environment in mind as well, ensuring that he had a proper way of keeping his distance from his adversary. For now, he had the advantage, but that could easily be squandered if he allowed Saber to rush him head-on. With this in mind, Archer switched his rifle to full-auto, still keeping it leaned over his shoulder.

"[color=crimson]Sadly, it seems you have caught me with my pants down on that. I'm sure a few stray shots in this empty part of town should be fine, though. We [i]are[/i] in Budapest after all! And besides... why would we need to bother setting up anything to hide our little dance away if you've already got that scary face of yours to do just that, sir knight?[/color]"

Archer laughed loudly, his cigarette almost flying out of his mouth as he had done so. All that was left to do now was to await Saber's next move. Having more or less a clear shot of his enemy should he decide to move on in, Archer was confident in ensuring distance would be kept between the two of them. If anything, Saber moving in just a bit would put Archer at even more of an advantage! Truly, this was a fight that Archer could fully show the beauty of the AK-47 to his Master... Which reminded him.

[color=crimson][i]If I were you, gypsy, I wouldn't look on over. This guy's pretty scary! Might make you piss your pants, too. Can't have you doing that while you're looking for his Master now, can we? Ah, I'd get whatever it is you need to ready, though. It might get a bit loud out here.[/i][/color]

Puffing the last of his cigarette, Archer allowed it to fall out of his mouth. He wondered if Saber could break the difference before it would hit the ground...