[ Lancer may be fast, but there's a limit to how much he can reasonably respond to: the speed of light is unfortunately not, especially at this proximity. He hasn't lowered his guard, even with the slight victory of that earned fist strike, but a Command Spell is a powerful thing.
Instinct tells him that he shouldn't block, that trying will mean death.
So, instead of pulling his lances up to parry the blow, he attempts to jump back away from range, or as best as he can manage under the circumstances— he knows it won't be good enough, knows that that surge of prana isn't something to laugh about, and he isn't surprised when he feels the cold edge of a sword go cleanly through his side.
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Instinct tells him that he shouldn't block, that trying will mean death.
So, instead of pulling his lances up to parry the blow, he attempts to jump back away from range, or as best as he can manage under the circumstances— he knows it won't be good enough, knows that that surge of prana isn't something to laugh about, and he isn't surprised when he feels the cold edge of a sword go cleanly through his side.
Ah, that'll sting. ]