[ It's hard to get a read on this Servant— Saber?— and it would be easy to underestimate him on grounds of the caliber of Noble Phantasm alone. Lancer is smart enough to know that that's unwise, though, so his stance is kept tight and controlled, calculates the length of his enemy's weapon and the strides necessary to keep optimal distance. ]
Don't blink.
[ A low taunt, and there's the resounding noise of cracking concrete, wires creaking in its foundations as Lancer lunges directly towards his enemy's front. ]
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Don't blink.
[ A low taunt, and there's the resounding noise of cracking concrete, wires creaking in its foundations as Lancer lunges directly towards his enemy's front. ]