Don't ask me for my permission, kid— leave the fighting to me.
[ A wave of his hand, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him, and that's all Lancer offers before he bolts forward: if past experience dictates anything, he should be able to kill the shadow quickly. It's Caster that's the problem— spellcasters always like to hide, and that's a bother.
A swing of his lance, and he swipes at the bear's legs, trying to climb up its girth to reach the Servant. ]
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[ A wave of his hand, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him, and that's all Lancer offers before he bolts forward: if past experience dictates anything, he should be able to kill the shadow quickly. It's Caster that's the problem— spellcasters always like to hide, and that's a bother.
A swing of his lance, and he swipes at the bear's legs, trying to climb up its girth to reach the Servant. ]