[ Lancer balances on its head as if it's a pillar, occasionally making the light "whoa" or "steady, steady"— if there are some Servants who are more stoic towards their fights, Lancer is treating this particular one like a hunt. ]

Man, you're making it hard for yourself. [ He says, almost jovially, as he gets ready to drive his spear downwards in a straight line, through its skull. ] Jeez, you'd think people would appreciate a guy trying to make a quick, painless kill.