[ He barely needs a prompt, working in complete unison with his Master: he has his lance poised the moment she brings her hand up, and he lets out a roar as he slams the blade of his weapon into the fracture of the spell, digging in and dragging out as if he's ripping a seam.
The scenery melts, and Lancer has to squint for a moment as the light around them vanishes. ]
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The scenery melts, and Lancer has to squint for a moment as the light around them vanishes. ]
—Stay back, they might attack!