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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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6 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
7 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Ｌｏｌ ｔｈａｔ ｗａｓ ａ ｈｕｇｅ ｐｏｓｔ． Ｓｏ ｔｈｅ ａｃｔｕａｌ ｔｉｍｅｓｋｉｐ ｃｏｍｅｓ ｌａｔｅｒ ｒｉｇｈｔ？
Liveria. Will try for Liveria.
Vilka
Shed Summoning.
The light returned to the small shed, revealing the one who had appeared in the middle of the summoning circle.
"I am she, the one who summoned you, and the one who will be your Master."
Who was this person she had summoned? Well, it was not like Vilka had any real training in magecraft after all, though she was familiar with a lot of legends and myths. She had a private library after all, and she would rather spend an evening in there than a moment outside with all those people.
"Then, I would say the contract is successful. Do pardon me while I clean up this mess, then we can announce ourselves to the Keeper of this War."
Upon removing the curtains from the windows, it became readily apparent there was two bodies stacked near the door, just beside a rather frightened looking maid. From the way the maid was acting, and from the blood trails splattered in the room, the summoning circle had been drawn with the deceased's blood. Vilka's clothes started to drip as she made her way towards the corpses; black globules of some unknown liquid pooling on the floor, creeping towards the corpses. She stepped on one of the corpses, as the black liquid engulfed the corpses, making cracking noises as it crushed the bones and started devouring the flesh.
"...now I am truly the master of this family... ."
Lancer
Master's Apartment
The first sight after Lancer returned to the apartment was of her Master, looking rather worried holding what seemed to be some medical supplies. She gave a wry smile as she confirmed her suspicions.
Her Master wasn't really a trained mage.
She could expect no healing spells, or any sort of supportive magic to bolster her capabilities.
However, that doesn't mean Lancer could just give up, or that the situation was hopeless. It simply meant she was at a disadvantage, one that can be overcome with proper planning and execution of said plans. For now, accepting her Master's aid would be enough.
"Lancer! Are you hurt?"
"Oh, as expected of my Master, nothing escapes your eye."
With a flourish, all her clothings and armor disappeared in a short burst of light. She didn't know how much help some bandages would be on her right now, considering she did take the brunt of the Plague Knight's swing.
Shed Summoning.
The light returned to the small shed, revealing the one who had appeared in the middle of the summoning circle.
"I am she, the one who summoned you, and the one who will be your Master."
Who was this person she had summoned? Well, it was not like Vilka had any real training in magecraft after all, though she was familiar with a lot of legends and myths. She had a private library after all, and she would rather spend an evening in there than a moment outside with all those people.
"Then, I would say the contract is successful. Do pardon me while I clean up this mess, then we can announce ourselves to the Keeper of this War."
Upon removing the curtains from the windows, it became readily apparent there was two bodies stacked near the door, just beside a rather frightened looking maid. From the way the maid was acting, and from the blood trails splattered in the room, the summoning circle had been drawn with the deceased's blood. Vilka's clothes started to drip as she made her way towards the corpses; black globules of some unknown liquid pooling on the floor, creeping towards the corpses. She stepped on one of the corpses, as the black liquid engulfed the corpses, making cracking noises as it crushed the bones and started devouring the flesh.
"...now I am truly the master of this family... ."
Lancer
Master's Apartment
The first sight after Lancer returned to the apartment was of her Master, looking rather worried holding what seemed to be some medical supplies. She gave a wry smile as she confirmed her suspicions.
Her Master wasn't really a trained mage.
She could expect no healing spells, or any sort of supportive magic to bolster her capabilities.
However, that doesn't mean Lancer could just give up, or that the situation was hopeless. It simply meant she was at a disadvantage, one that can be overcome with proper planning and execution of said plans. For now, accepting her Master's aid would be enough.
"Lancer! Are you hurt?"
"Oh, as expected of my Master, nothing escapes your eye."
With a flourish, all her clothings and armor disappeared in a short burst of light. She didn't know how much help some bandages would be on her right now, considering she did take the brunt of the Plague Knight's swing.
Its ok. Go on and do your stuff lol.
Mansion deep in the forest.
Shed behind the mansion.
"Through fire, and steel be formed!
Through dark, not light be born!
Through time and space be called!
Tribute be to the four cardinals!
To each I bow; with chalice filled!
The golden gate shall open,
and with it the fate of those chosen!
Let it be declared now;
Your body shall be mine, and your sword will hold my fate,
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Submit to my will, my truth.
An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."
This War.... would give her what she wanted. It would give her what she needed. The moment she had found out she was meant to be in this war, she had read every book she could find upon the summoning of a servant. However... there was only so much one can learn from books. It didn't matter, she had already figured out how, and the rest took intuition.
"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, bearer of fate to come!"
The air picked up suddenly, the wind blowing about everywhere regardless of the door being closed. The magic circle glowed bright red, then white, almost blindingly so. Vilka Millings smoothed out her clothes and awaited the one who had answered her call.
Shed behind the mansion.
Through dark, not light be born!
Through time and space be called!
Tribute be to the four cardinals!
To each I bow; with chalice filled!
The golden gate shall open,
and with it the fate of those chosen!
Let it be declared now;
Your body shall be mine, and your sword will hold my fate,
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Submit to my will, my truth.
An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."
This War.... would give her what she wanted. It would give her what she needed. The moment she had found out she was meant to be in this war, she had read every book she could find upon the summoning of a servant. However... there was only so much one can learn from books. It didn't matter, she had already figured out how, and the rest took intuition.
come forth from the ring of restraint, bearer of fate to come!"
The air picked up suddenly, the wind blowing about everywhere regardless of the door being closed. The magic circle glowed bright red, then white, almost blindingly so. Vilka Millings smoothed out her clothes and awaited the one who had answered her call.
Name: Vilka Millings
Age:19
Gender: Female
Nationality: British
Race: Humaen
Height/Weight: 1.65m/ 45kg
Appearance:
Personality: Hate.
She absolutely hates everyone. Those who speaks behind her back, those who think they are holier than her, and especially those who thinks her below them. However, her upbringing led her to suppress those feelings, her loneliness her expressions and her hate her desire for companionship. Though she does like one of her many maids, just one who was loyal, honest, and true.
She values those sort of people and absolutely despises the rest. Being what she was, she tries to avoid being in a group, though she will not actively move to separate herself from them, as that will only bring more attention to herself. Silence is key. If she does not like someone, or feels it was no worth it, she will not speak unless someone speaks first.
Weapon: The thing on her body
Abilities: Hers is her living clothes, resembling a nun's garbs with a shorter skirt. She can summon it whenever she likes, though it will devour anything on her body at the time of summoning. Essentially it acts as a sort of a full body bio suit that bolsters her normal attributes beyond normal, and due to its nature, it is capable of acting as armor by hardening in response to physical trauma. However, its also a very hungry thing, and would eat anything foreign to it as long as it deems it edible. It is able to shape itself and harden/soften anywhere according to the owner's wishes, though the shapings are pretty limited and more flowing shapes, other than its usual form as a garb, are beyond it for the moment.
In raw power she would be able to hold her own against a Servant, but she lacks anything else that would benefit a Servant of her own, save for her own prana pool.
History/Background:
Everyone hates her.
She knows that. Only her parents ever showed some affection for her. Unfortunately, they weren't there all the time, thus for most of her life she lived alone, though surrounded by servants. Finding no friends among them, she withdrew into herself, with only a nanny to really listen to her.
When she was old enough, they tried to put her in an elementary school, thinking perhaps she would open up more when she made some friends there. She did make a friend, in form of an old crow who insisted on stealing her lunch. She met it in a secluded place behind the school, just under a big tree. She didn't really mind so much as the food in the school wasn't to her taste. Soon after she started calling it James after her grumpy old uncle that sometimes visited. It soon learned its name, flying awkwardly to land on her lap whenever she called out. It was fun to have a pet of her own, something never allowed as her mother dislikes animals in the house. One day however, her usual secluded place had an unwelcome visitor. She hid immediately, not wanting to have to talk to anyone and peered at the figure, wondering who it was. It was the local bully, someone she had taken pains to avoid fearing he would try and bully her. He had caught the old crow, which was rather old by then and not as spry as it used to be, and had started to clip its wings with a scissor. He laughed as the crow hopped about desperately cawwing in pain as it shook the stubs that was once its wings. He laughed harder he cut off its legs, watching it caw weakly as it still tried to escape the pain. Finally, he clipped off its head, and pocketted it. She stayed hidden as the bully finally left, carefully gathered up the wings and legs, and wrapped the body with them in her handkerchief. She wondered what happened to the head as she sat through class, until the teacher on duty at the moment screamed. It was impaled on a pencil, like some sort of demented eraser and left in the teacher's desk. She took the head from where it was thrown in the dustbin afterwards and buried it under the tree with the rest of its body.
People are evil,was her only thought then.
The very next day, she left him a letter, asking him to come to the tree behind the school, saying it was cool how he tortured such a small creature. The very instant he stepped into the clearing, she smashed his throat in with a gardening shear. Knowing she wouldn't stand a chance should he recover, she smashed in his throat again, his voice a mere gurgle as it tried to force through his broken windpipe. As she stood over him, watching him writhe around in the dirt trying to make threats at her, her emotions started to flow over. Fear, anger, sadness...
And hate.
She first stabbed him, repeatedly through his limbs, ignoring his weak pleas and his gurgling for mercy. Remembering how he treated James, Vilka opened the gardening shears, and started to cut off his arm, grunting slightly with exertion as the blades met bone, rewarded moments later with a snap. It sounded like a branch broken in two. The boy was silent by then, so she proceeded with cutting his other arm, and then his legs, and finally his head. With blood all over her, she grabbed the head, and went back to the classroom without anyone noticing.
She left the head on a broomstick, and left it on the teacher's desk since she couldn't stuff it in the drawer.
The act caused a huge hullabaloo, but she was soon released on reasons that the bully must have done something so bad to her that she couldn't think of anything else to do. And considering the boy's reputation, most everyone agreed that must be so. Having a great amount of money and influence also helped.
Vilka was sent to theraphy, where they tried to convince her that it was wrong to act in such a manner. She resisted at first, claiming that the bully had it coming, until she realized they would not let her off theraphy until she did what they wanted.
By now her parents were growing distant, paying attention to her less and less, especially after the incident in the elementary school. She wanted attention, she NEEDED attention and the only person to really give her the time of day was her own nanny. Vilka loved her, but she wanted her parents to love her as well.
For the next few years she tried, studying for the best grades, carefully selecting a club that doesn't require much socializing, She became the most well known student in high school, perfect scores across the board, good marks for physicals, though a very untalkative person.
It still wasn't enough.
All her achievements by then was simply waved away with "Oh, thats good."
Feeling rather hopeless, she set her sights on someone she had been ignoring for quite a while to pursue her studies. Three someones, whom she was sure was behind most of the idiotic pranks happening to her lately. Sometime's her clothes disappear whenever she was in the shower, forcing her to run back to her dorm in nothing but a towel, her desk kept being spray painted with expletives and other colorful insults, and that one time her bag was filled with cockroaches. It didn't take much to dig up evidence that those trio of idiots were behind it, she already had her suspicions, but she had simply lacked evidence.
It was easy enough to get those three idiots alone. They would usually hang out on the roof until dark, then pull out some cigarettes and talk about boys, rings and other sickly things. With the help of chloroform and some patience, she finally managed to capture all of them, and tie them up like the pigs they were, Vilka was mindful of killing them though, another trip to the therapist was the last thing she wanted. When she was done punishing them, she dragged them one by one to the school's main gate, where they would be found the next day, crucified but still alive.
The whole thing caused a huge uproar, though it was quickly covered up with the power of money, influence and a good lawyer. Her parents were absolutely livid over it, smacking her for the first time in her life. Afterwards she was not allowed to go out, being confined to her room. A wide range of emotions washed over her as she spent lonely days in her own room, hate being the most powerful of them. The only one she was sure would understand was her nanny, but she retired a long time ago.
People are evil indeed.
Assets: The entire Millings' fortune, a library of magic books, and a good size pool of prana, though her clothes will also consume some.
Age:19
Gender: Female
Nationality: British
Race: Humaen
Height/Weight: 1.65m/ 45kg
Appearance:
Personality: Hate.
She absolutely hates everyone. Those who speaks behind her back, those who think they are holier than her, and especially those who thinks her below them. However, her upbringing led her to suppress those feelings, her loneliness her expressions and her hate her desire for companionship. Though she does like one of her many maids, just one who was loyal, honest, and true.
She values those sort of people and absolutely despises the rest. Being what she was, she tries to avoid being in a group, though she will not actively move to separate herself from them, as that will only bring more attention to herself. Silence is key. If she does not like someone, or feels it was no worth it, she will not speak unless someone speaks first.
Weapon: The thing on her body
Abilities: Hers is her living clothes, resembling a nun's garbs with a shorter skirt. She can summon it whenever she likes, though it will devour anything on her body at the time of summoning. Essentially it acts as a sort of a full body bio suit that bolsters her normal attributes beyond normal, and due to its nature, it is capable of acting as armor by hardening in response to physical trauma. However, its also a very hungry thing, and would eat anything foreign to it as long as it deems it edible. It is able to shape itself and harden/soften anywhere according to the owner's wishes, though the shapings are pretty limited and more flowing shapes, other than its usual form as a garb, are beyond it for the moment.
In raw power she would be able to hold her own against a Servant, but she lacks anything else that would benefit a Servant of her own, save for her own prana pool.
History/Background:
Everyone hates her.
She knows that. Only her parents ever showed some affection for her. Unfortunately, they weren't there all the time, thus for most of her life she lived alone, though surrounded by servants. Finding no friends among them, she withdrew into herself, with only a nanny to really listen to her.
When she was old enough, they tried to put her in an elementary school, thinking perhaps she would open up more when she made some friends there. She did make a friend, in form of an old crow who insisted on stealing her lunch. She met it in a secluded place behind the school, just under a big tree. She didn't really mind so much as the food in the school wasn't to her taste. Soon after she started calling it James after her grumpy old uncle that sometimes visited. It soon learned its name, flying awkwardly to land on her lap whenever she called out. It was fun to have a pet of her own, something never allowed as her mother dislikes animals in the house. One day however, her usual secluded place had an unwelcome visitor. She hid immediately, not wanting to have to talk to anyone and peered at the figure, wondering who it was. It was the local bully, someone she had taken pains to avoid fearing he would try and bully her. He had caught the old crow, which was rather old by then and not as spry as it used to be, and had started to clip its wings with a scissor. He laughed as the crow hopped about desperately cawwing in pain as it shook the stubs that was once its wings. He laughed harder he cut off its legs, watching it caw weakly as it still tried to escape the pain. Finally, he clipped off its head, and pocketted it. She stayed hidden as the bully finally left, carefully gathered up the wings and legs, and wrapped the body with them in her handkerchief. She wondered what happened to the head as she sat through class, until the teacher on duty at the moment screamed. It was impaled on a pencil, like some sort of demented eraser and left in the teacher's desk. She took the head from where it was thrown in the dustbin afterwards and buried it under the tree with the rest of its body.
People are evil,was her only thought then.
The very next day, she left him a letter, asking him to come to the tree behind the school, saying it was cool how he tortured such a small creature. The very instant he stepped into the clearing, she smashed his throat in with a gardening shear. Knowing she wouldn't stand a chance should he recover, she smashed in his throat again, his voice a mere gurgle as it tried to force through his broken windpipe. As she stood over him, watching him writhe around in the dirt trying to make threats at her, her emotions started to flow over. Fear, anger, sadness...
And hate.
She first stabbed him, repeatedly through his limbs, ignoring his weak pleas and his gurgling for mercy. Remembering how he treated James, Vilka opened the gardening shears, and started to cut off his arm, grunting slightly with exertion as the blades met bone, rewarded moments later with a snap. It sounded like a branch broken in two. The boy was silent by then, so she proceeded with cutting his other arm, and then his legs, and finally his head. With blood all over her, she grabbed the head, and went back to the classroom without anyone noticing.
She left the head on a broomstick, and left it on the teacher's desk since she couldn't stuff it in the drawer.
The act caused a huge hullabaloo, but she was soon released on reasons that the bully must have done something so bad to her that she couldn't think of anything else to do. And considering the boy's reputation, most everyone agreed that must be so. Having a great amount of money and influence also helped.
Vilka was sent to theraphy, where they tried to convince her that it was wrong to act in such a manner. She resisted at first, claiming that the bully had it coming, until she realized they would not let her off theraphy until she did what they wanted.
By now her parents were growing distant, paying attention to her less and less, especially after the incident in the elementary school. She wanted attention, she NEEDED attention and the only person to really give her the time of day was her own nanny. Vilka loved her, but she wanted her parents to love her as well.
For the next few years she tried, studying for the best grades, carefully selecting a club that doesn't require much socializing, She became the most well known student in high school, perfect scores across the board, good marks for physicals, though a very untalkative person.
It still wasn't enough.
All her achievements by then was simply waved away with "Oh, thats good."
Feeling rather hopeless, she set her sights on someone she had been ignoring for quite a while to pursue her studies. Three someones, whom she was sure was behind most of the idiotic pranks happening to her lately. Sometime's her clothes disappear whenever she was in the shower, forcing her to run back to her dorm in nothing but a towel, her desk kept being spray painted with expletives and other colorful insults, and that one time her bag was filled with cockroaches. It didn't take much to dig up evidence that those trio of idiots were behind it, she already had her suspicions, but she had simply lacked evidence.
It was easy enough to get those three idiots alone. They would usually hang out on the roof until dark, then pull out some cigarettes and talk about boys, rings and other sickly things. With the help of chloroform and some patience, she finally managed to capture all of them, and tie them up like the pigs they were, Vilka was mindful of killing them though, another trip to the therapist was the last thing she wanted. When she was done punishing them, she dragged them one by one to the school's main gate, where they would be found the next day, crucified but still alive.
The whole thing caused a huge uproar, though it was quickly covered up with the power of money, influence and a good lawyer. Her parents were absolutely livid over it, smacking her for the first time in her life. Afterwards she was not allowed to go out, being confined to her room. A wide range of emotions washed over her as she spent lonely days in her own room, hate being the most powerful of them. The only one she was sure would understand was her nanny, but she retired a long time ago.
People are evil indeed.
Assets: The entire Millings' fortune, a library of magic books, and a good size pool of prana, though her clothes will also consume some.
Gnar and GreenGoat Collab Post
Clothing Store Fight
The Plague Knight wielded his oversized sword like it was a club, swinging it with great abandon as well as great strength towards her. Hmph, he shall soon see she was not to be taken lightly, even with her diminished strength.
"Remember my name, for I am the UNDEFEATED! I am -________-! The Unconquered! Not even the greatest warriors of my time could best me!"
Her shield flew up, ramming straight into his hands just as he reached the apex of his swing, and before he managed to bring the sword down. Effectively stopping the swing where it was weakest, the sword swung straight towards his stomach.
“Warriors? You take me to be a simple warrior?!” barked the knight as his drool flung over her, a smile creeping over his face. “I’ve taken countless lives… kings, queens, knights, peasants, animals, and even the likes of heroes! You honestly think a simple sword like yours will kill me?!”
Roaring with a hideous laughter once more, he let the sword strike his stomach, allowing it to sink itself into his decaying armor and flesh so that he can get closer to the woman warrior. “I will crush your neck and show you just how weak you are compared to me!”
As he began cackling in his helmet, his diseases began to spread itself onto the sword that was struck against him. Reaching around with his other hand, he attempted to grab ahold of the woman’s throat.
The blade had just sunk into his flesh, and through his armor, much to the dismay of Lancer. A mere blade wasn't enough, she would have to actually USE the sword, meaning she would have to actually use her limited supply of prana. She dodged backwards, avoiding the attempt to throttle her without much difficulty, seeing as he did try to grab her right in front of her.
With a flick of her hand, she dispersed the taint on the shining sword. It was not that weak a blade to succumb to such an attack. However, now that she knew trying to hold back was pointless on this foe, she finally released her prana into the blade. While she could not use it to its full potential, some of its properties were nonetheless awakened. In a mere heartbeat, she closed in again on her foe, aiming not to disembowel, but to behead. The sword, at first silent, now seemed to hum with power, creating a large gust of wind as it flashed towards the Plague Knight's neck.
Sneering as Lancer was finally getting serious, the Plagued Knight infused his diseased prana into his armor, allowing it to burst with black and green diseases of intense sickly natures… it was as if he himself was becoming a plague that could not be rivaled. It would appear as if he was going to defend with the kind of mana he was emitting for protection, but no; he was instead expelling as much as he could, before launching himself directly at Lancer, not caring if he was going to take a hit or not. To him, his power was unmatched, and his diseases killed all no matter who they were. They would do they very same here no matter what.
Now, boosted with his sickly prana that was launching him towards Lancer as she was launching towards him, he brought down his mighty two-handed corrupted sword down onto her with his every fiber to crush her right then and there.
The corrupted sword bit deep into her shoulder before being stopped by her shield, but her sword was not.
Her sword, instead of striking her intended target, instead struck the knight’s helmet, causing the helmet to crack and shatter due to the sheer force of her blade… unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop the Plagued Knight after his prana boosted launch. His momentum was too much that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop, and with a thrilled smile, his large blade slammed against Lancer’s shield, smashing her hard into the ground with undeniable force that it almost caused the walls of the building’s interior to collapse. Still, it didn’t end there, letting his primal urge as the entity that he was, and he began to smash his sword against Lancer over and over. Although she was protected by her shield, she could still feel the force of his strength pounding on her relentlessly.
Then, as his helmet shattered, revealing the abomination of a green-eyed sickly-looking and mutated man, his sword coated itself in an acidic layer once more… before he plunged it straight down onto Lancer… or he would have. He instead plunged it next to her head, hearing a voice calling in his head. A frown emerged on his face, and he sighed, before he looked down on the warrior beneath him. “Master… ordered me not to kill. Tells me not to go against orders no matter what… Sorry [___________], but we will have to settle this another time… hopefully then, you’re a lot stronger,” murmured the Plagued Knight as he took his sword and stepped off of Lancer. Walking towards the hole he made in the wall, he slowly began to dematerialize himself before laughing once more in a small whisper. “I’ll be looking forward to it to when we get to fight again…”
She had held up her shield with both hands as soon as she was slammed into the ground, and every blow he landed felt like her wounded shoulder would tear off. Lancer would have called upon her greatest Phantasm then, limited prana or not, had the Plague Knight not stopped, plunging a sword by her head. He seemed... unbeatable. But... as her own experience taught her, everything has a weakness, and everything can be defeated.
Lancer pulled herself off the ground, coughing up blood. She started laughing weakly, and dispersed her sword and shield. The battle may have been her lost, but the war was still undecided, and she already had the information of one servant, at the cost of her own.
She was called the Unconquered, because she will never admit defeat. This was a minor sacrifice for the ultimate prize. Merely a setback.
However, her Master, as the young creature she was, would be done no good should she see Lancer in this state, thus Lancer took a deep breath and repaired her armor and clothing, concealing her wounds, and then wiped the blood off her mouth. Assuming her Master should have reached the apartment by now, she dematerialized, traveling quickly to her destination, materializing right as she reached it.
Clothing Store Fight
The Plague Knight wielded his oversized sword like it was a club, swinging it with great abandon as well as great strength towards her. Hmph, he shall soon see she was not to be taken lightly, even with her diminished strength.
"Remember my name, for I am the UNDEFEATED! I am -________-! The Unconquered! Not even the greatest warriors of my time could best me!"
Her shield flew up, ramming straight into his hands just as he reached the apex of his swing, and before he managed to bring the sword down. Effectively stopping the swing where it was weakest, the sword swung straight towards his stomach.
“Warriors? You take me to be a simple warrior?!” barked the knight as his drool flung over her, a smile creeping over his face. “I’ve taken countless lives… kings, queens, knights, peasants, animals, and even the likes of heroes! You honestly think a simple sword like yours will kill me?!”
Roaring with a hideous laughter once more, he let the sword strike his stomach, allowing it to sink itself into his decaying armor and flesh so that he can get closer to the woman warrior. “I will crush your neck and show you just how weak you are compared to me!”
As he began cackling in his helmet, his diseases began to spread itself onto the sword that was struck against him. Reaching around with his other hand, he attempted to grab ahold of the woman’s throat.
The blade had just sunk into his flesh, and through his armor, much to the dismay of Lancer. A mere blade wasn't enough, she would have to actually USE the sword, meaning she would have to actually use her limited supply of prana. She dodged backwards, avoiding the attempt to throttle her without much difficulty, seeing as he did try to grab her right in front of her.
With a flick of her hand, she dispersed the taint on the shining sword. It was not that weak a blade to succumb to such an attack. However, now that she knew trying to hold back was pointless on this foe, she finally released her prana into the blade. While she could not use it to its full potential, some of its properties were nonetheless awakened. In a mere heartbeat, she closed in again on her foe, aiming not to disembowel, but to behead. The sword, at first silent, now seemed to hum with power, creating a large gust of wind as it flashed towards the Plague Knight's neck.
Sneering as Lancer was finally getting serious, the Plagued Knight infused his diseased prana into his armor, allowing it to burst with black and green diseases of intense sickly natures… it was as if he himself was becoming a plague that could not be rivaled. It would appear as if he was going to defend with the kind of mana he was emitting for protection, but no; he was instead expelling as much as he could, before launching himself directly at Lancer, not caring if he was going to take a hit or not. To him, his power was unmatched, and his diseases killed all no matter who they were. They would do they very same here no matter what.
Now, boosted with his sickly prana that was launching him towards Lancer as she was launching towards him, he brought down his mighty two-handed corrupted sword down onto her with his every fiber to crush her right then and there.
The corrupted sword bit deep into her shoulder before being stopped by her shield, but her sword was not.
Her sword, instead of striking her intended target, instead struck the knight’s helmet, causing the helmet to crack and shatter due to the sheer force of her blade… unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop the Plagued Knight after his prana boosted launch. His momentum was too much that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop, and with a thrilled smile, his large blade slammed against Lancer’s shield, smashing her hard into the ground with undeniable force that it almost caused the walls of the building’s interior to collapse. Still, it didn’t end there, letting his primal urge as the entity that he was, and he began to smash his sword against Lancer over and over. Although she was protected by her shield, she could still feel the force of his strength pounding on her relentlessly.
Then, as his helmet shattered, revealing the abomination of a green-eyed sickly-looking and mutated man, his sword coated itself in an acidic layer once more… before he plunged it straight down onto Lancer… or he would have. He instead plunged it next to her head, hearing a voice calling in his head. A frown emerged on his face, and he sighed, before he looked down on the warrior beneath him. “Master… ordered me not to kill. Tells me not to go against orders no matter what… Sorry [___________], but we will have to settle this another time… hopefully then, you’re a lot stronger,” murmured the Plagued Knight as he took his sword and stepped off of Lancer. Walking towards the hole he made in the wall, he slowly began to dematerialize himself before laughing once more in a small whisper. “I’ll be looking forward to it to when we get to fight again…”
She had held up her shield with both hands as soon as she was slammed into the ground, and every blow he landed felt like her wounded shoulder would tear off. Lancer would have called upon her greatest Phantasm then, limited prana or not, had the Plague Knight not stopped, plunging a sword by her head. He seemed... unbeatable. But... as her own experience taught her, everything has a weakness, and everything can be defeated.
Lancer pulled herself off the ground, coughing up blood. She started laughing weakly, and dispersed her sword and shield. The battle may have been her lost, but the war was still undecided, and she already had the information of one servant, at the cost of her own.
She was called the Unconquered, because she will never admit defeat. This was a minor sacrifice for the ultimate prize. Merely a setback.
However, her Master, as the young creature she was, would be done no good should she see Lancer in this state, thus Lancer took a deep breath and repaired her armor and clothing, concealing her wounds, and then wiped the blood off her mouth. Assuming her Master should have reached the apartment by now, she dematerialized, traveling quickly to her destination, materializing right as she reached it.
The walls burst down suddenly, revealing the Servant just beyond. He looks far beyond mad, his killing aura permeating the air so thickly Lancer could almost cut it. Master seemed rather composed all of a sudden. Lancer had expected her to panic or be reduced to a blubbering mess on the floor, so this was a pleasant surprise at least. Lancer materialized in front of her Master, ready to intercept any sudden attacks that Servant might make.
"Halt, demented knight! I see you have chosen ME, the most MAGNIFICENT, and POWERFUL servant to defeat!"
With a flourish, a shield and sword appeared in Lancer's hand. The shield looks battered, bearing scars of battle on its body. However, the sword was pristine, almost seeming to shine, in the day's light. While the sword remained simple in design. the ornate pearl white hilt seemed to have gold inlays on it, and the pommel seemed to be made out of gold. On the blade near the crossguard was a flat section with lettering etched into it.
*The Servant present and anyone else who can see the sword has been given the sword's info.
"Speak! Are you merely seeking the thrill of combat? Or the honorable duel between two noble souls? If a duel is what you want, speak your name, and I will mine, then let no one interfere in the duel to come!"
Master, seek out a safe place to stay. Run back to the apartment if you have to. Lancer sent the message through their link together.
From what her Master had exhibited in the short time she was with her, Master did not seem to have any sort of combative capabilities, or some sort of spells to improve Lancer's performance. As Lancer was right now, she wasn't really confident she could defend Master while fighting an unknown assailant.
"Halt, demented knight! I see you have chosen ME, the most MAGNIFICENT, and POWERFUL servant to defeat!"
With a flourish, a shield and sword appeared in Lancer's hand. The shield looks battered, bearing scars of battle on its body. However, the sword was pristine, almost seeming to shine, in the day's light. While the sword remained simple in design. the ornate pearl white hilt seemed to have gold inlays on it, and the pommel seemed to be made out of gold. On the blade near the crossguard was a flat section with lettering etched into it.
*The Servant present and anyone else who can see the sword has been given the sword's info.
"Speak! Are you merely seeking the thrill of combat? Or the honorable duel between two noble souls? If a duel is what you want, speak your name, and I will mine, then let no one interfere in the duel to come!"
Master, seek out a safe place to stay. Run back to the apartment if you have to. Lancer sent the message through their link together.
From what her Master had exhibited in the short time she was with her, Master did not seem to have any sort of combative capabilities, or some sort of spells to improve Lancer's performance. As Lancer was right now, she wasn't really confident she could defend Master while fighting an unknown assailant.
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