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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]
"[color=crimson]Agh, what the-![/color]"

Archer quickly skirted away from Saber's advance, rolling away at a moment's notice before his opponent's blade could truly find purchase. Having been overconfident at his ability to maintain range, Archer had miscalculated the amount of time Saber would need to break the distance. Still, it seems their speed happens to be at the same pace, and at the worst case scenario, Archer could just break into a sprint and run off, as his "ability to retreat" seems to be accentuated in this container. Yes, perhaps a closer battle wouldn't be too disadvantageous after all. Archer had his guns ready.

And he wanted to see just how Saber would operate up close.

"[color=crimson]Sorry Saber, I won't make it that easy for you![/color]" Archer quipped, the hand cannons in his hands flaring up as they fired towards Saber's direction. While they seemed to be quite dingy in terms of armaments, to truly call them nothing special would be a vast underestimation. It was with these early firearms that Archer had utilized to win all his battles easily, despite their apparent unreliability in the middle ages. As time went on, these sidearms evolved into proper close-quarters weapons used by soldiers around the world, eclipsing the blade or the spear. Through Archer's innovative use of these weapons, their name had forever been cemented in the history of the world as "pistols." In other words, Archer's handguns were much more impressive than their appearance would let on.

"[color=crimson]Hope your blade can keep up with my undefeated technique![/color]"

And so, Archer began to run and gun, his new weapons far more suited for mobile, close-quarters combat. While they did not possess the firing rate or stopping power of his previous weapons, Archer's pistols still boasted a similar sense of danger as his rifle, perhaps more so as Archer was not limited to physical ammunition. With each shot, Archer rolled out of the way, doing his utmost best to dodge his opponent's attacks while also utilizing the cover of the trees to his advantage. While Archer had not stepped foot in Budapest in his lifetime, the terrain itself was similar to the conditions he was forced to fight in, so adapting his movements was easy enough. As far as his accuracy went, it definitely held true to what one would expect from the Knight of the Bow. If anything, it seemed almost predictable.

Archer followed a pattern of firing and disengaging quickly. Every single one of his shots was consistently aimed square at Saber's torso. Of course, that much only made sense, as one's center mass is the best target to ensure maximum accuracy and damage. While consistent, it seemed that Archer's marksmanship was rather routine and unimpressive. At the same time, unless Saber possessed a certain sense of battle insight, Archer's attacks still maintained an air of unpredictability. It's as if the trees were playing tricks on Saber's mind whenever Archer disengaged. In other words, Archer's annoying fighting style was harder to adjust to, even this close!

"[color=crimson]Come on, Saber! Show me the swordsmanship that you foolish knights pride yourselves over! Show me why you are called the Knight of the Sword![/color]"

Archer would continue to play this cat-and-mouse game as much as Saber wished to participate. At the same time, it seemed that Archer's avenue of escape began to thin itself down. Of course, this was because Archer was leading Saber to open ground once more, where they would stand on more equal footing. Why an Archer would want to lead his opponent to such a disadvantageous position for himself was up for debate, but this much was certain. If Saber did not choose to change the tone of battle, then he'd be playing right into Archer's hand!