Lancer was rather bemused. Other magi surrounded them, a few of them seeming to be Masters as well. As they began to summon their own Servants, Lancer armed himself with a silvery spear inscribed in religious symbols, glowing faintly with holy power. A beautifully bejeweled helmet appeared on Lancer's head as well, glowing with magic, a shroud of light cloaking Lancer like armor. A piece of armor unique enough to be considered one of his own Noble Phantasms.
Helmet of Constantine: ACTIVE
If this was all a battle royale, then Lancer had to locate his Master fast, and bring her to safety, and he needed all the protection he could muster.
Saint: A
Due to being summoned with his skill, Lancer had to choose between a set of effects. While he would choose to boost the effects of his holy sacraments in order to increase the power of both his spear and armor, that would also mean that accursed spear would also take hold of him easily, as well... Perhaps if he boosted his
Charisma, he will be able to convince the others not to fight eachother? ... No, the situation is far too unique to call for a boost to his already high ranking in the skill. Right now, and especially given the circumstances, there is only one selection that would make sense if he is to fight such a defensive battle so soon...
Saint: A
Automatic HP recovery
...
Lancer looked to one that happened to be his Master, a bit annoyed, although keeping his stoic composure. While he would correct her on how one must assure a contract is made in order to ensure that himself, as a Servant, is serving the correct Master, Lancer instead bit his tongue. He'll have to serve his rather... impatient Master for the time being. Her being blind will be quite the problem, as well.
"... Very well. Then I, a Heroic Spirit brought fourth as one of the Knight classes, will fight for you." Lancer simply said, giving a regal bow. While he would normally kneel, the circumstances regarding where he was summoned would require him to keep his guard, standing in front of his Master and watching the other Servants carefully as they each appeared.
Berserker, Caster, Rider, Archer, Assassin. But no Saber?
Use me.
You have the advantage.
Kill them all.
End this War before it even starts.
The Lance spoke to him again, feeding him visions of a battlefield full of corpses. Not of the Servants, but... the magi surrounding the castle?
The attack happened at an instant. Flashes of light raining down on the group surrounding Lancer and the other Servants. It was no real issue for Lancer, however, especially with how his Master was already brought away to safety by what seemed to be the other Masters. Even then, Lancer's incredible speed and practical immunity to magecraft allowed him to stay relatively safe from this sudden bombardment. All in all, Lancer was not afraid of the attacking magi.
The Saber-class Servant, on the other hand...
Duality: ACTIVE
Strength: A
Luck: C+
Saint: X
Bloodshed: GUARANTEED
How dare he?
How dare he? How dare does this Servant, this knight of the sword, proclaim the word of the Lord, Lancer's
own words, committing such a profane act? Saber must be taught a lesson. He must be shown that he cannot simply mince Lancer's own words into his own pagan show of prowess. Saber will be brought down to his knees. Saber will be defeated at this moment. Lancer's... allies have already rushed in, attacking Saber and his army of the dead brought forth by Ayondale, the apparent Master of Saber. Berserker and Rider began to attack Saber himself, with just about everyone including his own Master requesting for Lancer's aide.
And Lancer was happy to oblige.
"Very well. Hold Saber's attention for me."
Divine Protection: A
Lancer zipped through the bone army at extreme speeds, accurate strikes from his spear smashing in to the skulls of whatever was unfortunate enough to stand in his path, the blessings of his weapon possibly empowering his attacks against the undead, whose nature was unnatural to many, and blasphemous to the very Church he served in his lifetime. His movement was unnatural, even for a Servant, as if he was blessed by some sort of higher power, a faint radiance surrounding his body. Using his agility and burst of speed, he dodged through many of the attacks directed at him, his bleseed armor taking the few blows that Lancer wasn't able to avoid, himself. If Lancer were to be fighting against normal humans, his attacks would indeed paint the battlefield scarlet with their splattered remains. In this case, however, only a trail of shattered bones had been made.
And soon, Lancer had thrown his spear for his target. Not for Saber, but for the magus who happened to be Saber's Master. Lancer had cut a path through their summoned army with the goal of finding an opening to attack Saber's Master while Saber was confined by two other Servants. If his spear struck true, then it would have ended the battle then and there. And if not? Then another opening for his allies to attack Saber has been made.
Yankee
Dane