[ Lancer bursts through the barrage of birds, and swings his spear—

—only to feel his limbs forced back by magical chains, glowing violet in the dim light. He's ten paces away from Caster, enough for him to drive his spear through her if he wants, but the binds are tight and at full force. She's not half bad, this Servant.

A high-pitched giggle, and Caster floats towards him, crooking one long finger at his chin, tilting it up to get a good look. ]

My Master's a very generous human, you know. [ She hums, all-too-knowing of that little twitch of Lancer's brow. He can sense Lien's distress, and she knows precisely what must be going on in the other room. ] He's probably trying to make a deal with your little girl right now.

[ Lightly scratching the underside of Lancer's chin, she appends: ]

So? How about it? You can be my little dog, and we'll let you live.

[ Ah.

Lancer's brow twitches again, and his eyes widen to an extent where he looks fearsome—

— she used the "d" word. ]