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[Rider swings his axe to block Gae Bolg and he hooks onto it using the head of the axe; his intention being to drag Cu down with him as he rides to the other side of the building.

Inside, the mist is infiltrating the building and Lien coughs. It feels stronger to her, but she resolves to go on, not wanting to fall for this trick again (and for Lancer to make fun of her). She opts to pull the collar of her jacket around her mouth and nostrils as she grazes her fingers against the ground every now and then to track Rider's past movements.]

[ The tactic works, and he's dragged along the floor of the building until he almost hits the wall: it takes a moment to unhook Gae Bolg from the curve of Rider's axe, and that moment is enough for his opponent to span a good distance, after all.

Clicking his tongue, Cu lifts his feet from the ground to hopefully hop onto the back of the vehicle, which would be mildly cool if he weren't fighting someone right now. He also prefers double-saddling with pretty girls, so this in't much of a thrill... ]

[Seeing as how Servants were more or less super human, driving down the side of the building was an easy feat especially for the Rider class. As Cu gets on the back of the vehicle, Headless is quick to clash his axe against Gae Bolg, trying to fight him off.

Lien's searching has lead her to the lower floors where the mist is beginning to thin; she's still been feeling the effects though. It's as if her limbs are about to give out, but she presses onward.]

Uuuugh. This is awful, but I know it has to be around here SOMEWHERE. Stupid headless jerk stomping around doing god knows...

Edited (SPELLING AND GRAMMAR GOD ii) 2015-02-09 05:50 (UTC)

[There's a flash of fiery orange and blue light that shatters the glass behind her. While she's able to block the glass from getting to her face with an arm, the force still throws her backwards into the wall.

And that's when she catches a glimpse of a headless man riding a motorcycle down the building, all aflame while the Hound of Chulainn is hot on Rider's tail.]

What.

Edited 2015-02-09 02:05 (UTC)

[Lien just. Needs a moment. She needs just one precious moment to let the image register in her head before she can think clearly again. And the conclusion she comes to??]

... That's it. I quit.

[She throws her arms up in the air before carefully standing up and avoiding any stray glass. Sure, she may have said that, but Rider passing by actually helped out more than one would think. His presence made her catch notice of another surge of energy coming from the back of one of the rooms. Wasting no time, Lien makes her way over into the inconspicuous area where it would have been the break room.]

Almost got you, you bastard!

[ Aren't you glad you became a Master, Lien... the things you deal with when you associate with crazy people on the regular.

Cu is trying to balance on the motorcycle while Rider tries to shake him off, keeping himself on it (miraculously) while trying to retaliate with a few jabs of his lance. It's an arduous process, and even though he's not sure about the success rate of what he's about to do, he goes for it anyway: lifting his spear above his head for a precious second, he tries to jab the end into one of the tires. ]

Can't you stand still and fight?! Damn.

[Well, stabbing at the tire should probably work after a few tries. As it's being punctured, the Headless Horseman leaps off of his seat, still a good hundred meters from the ground before landing on his feet, creating a huge crater from the impact. The motorcycle is quickly being devoured by flames.

While that's going on, Lancer's Master has found a thin trail of almost dried up blood on the floor and the images she's getting from it aren't pretty... Lien pulls her fingers back, clenching her right hand into a fist as the reflection of the struggle of Rider versus his now dead Master plays in her head. Sure this Servant was already a de facto enemy, but now she REALLY hated him and hopes she doesn't come across the other poor man's head.

The source of energy she felt comes from... A mini-fridge? Well... It kind of makes sense...

Lien kneels down and opens the door... And is met with a very gaunt and very decapitated head. The moment she finds it, the eyes open and stare at her, bloodshot and maddened as if trying to hypnotize her with its haunting gaze.

Lien yells in shock at the sight of the head in the fridge before slamming it shut and quickly forcing the prana from her hands into high gear by converting it into an ignition spell, the kind that would seal up the fridge via welding the edges and making it an inescapable box. It's a good thing Rider's too busy fighting off Lancer to materialize his head somewhere else. She's really giving it her all so that it's done swiftly even if it's a rough job. Now she's got to deal with dragging the fridge across the room and back to one of the windows and it's damn heavy.]

Edited (much spelling error, much sadness) 2015-02-10 09:49 (UTC)

[ This is really turning into Die Hard 2 with the exploding everythings, and Lancer is having a hard time taking any of it too seriously... not that he's halfhearting his task, but he knows the quality of his opponent's character now. This isn't a warrior he's up against: just some blood-crazed ax murderer. Literally.

He shares the distaste that Lien is feeling, a little miffed that he has to sully his spear (usually reserved only for worthy opponents, if legend is anything to go by) on someone like this. Kicking aside motorcycle debris, actually cutting through fire to carve a path for himself, he launches forward and ahead to get Rider to stumble back, to give him an opening. ]

You've overstayed your welcome, bastard. This war is weird enough without you adding to the mess.

[Rider stumbles back alright, but he guards himself with the handle of his axe. When Lancer gets up close, he laughs at his statement.]

Strange would not be the only word to describe this ritual. But you know what? I've began to understand it. This is a war not for a wish...

[He pushes forward, trying to get Lancer to take the defensive.]

... But rather the war IS the wish!!

[Lien is nothing, if not resourceful. Instead of dragging the fridge turned prison box with her own physical strength, she's got it onto a chair with rolling wheels. Who needs magecraft in this situation.

When she gets to the window she has to look around until she spots Lancer and Rider going at it. She shouts down.]

LANCERRR!! HEADS UP!!!

[Cu's should be able to see Lien with the metal box and her pointing to it.

Might be a "heads down" in this case, but if he should get it.]

[ In a weird way, Lancer agrees, momentarily, about the fact that the fighting itself might be the purpose of this stupid, disjointed "war"— but he resents that, and his expression twists into a frown as he blocks the axe, feels himself get pushed back a few feet upon impact. ]

That's good for you, isn't i...

[ ...but he's cut off by his Master yelling for him, which may have been a minor annoyance during any other fight excluding this. A glance up towards the familiar face, and he blinks, taken off-guard (not good, but he knows when to get back into focus) before he realizes what this is.

Which gets him to stop and laugh. ]

Pitch it here, Lien!

WHAT!?

[Rider is also distracted and when he momentarily focuses on the enemy Master, the realization dawns on him.]

WHY YOU...!!

[He had assumed Lien was staying out of the fight due to the fact that his mist nearly made her succumb to death last time. But she had never left. She was someone who would one way or another take part in a battle with her newly made friend even if it was in her own unique way.

Without wasting anymore time, Lien steps back and then rushes at the chair to give it a good kick out the broken window. The chair and box begin to fall, increasing in speed towards the Servants. Rider begins to run up the wall trying to catch it before Lancer letting out a roar of rage.

He would get Lien next if he had his way.]

Edited 2015-02-11 02:30 (UTC)

[ It's one thing to be fast, and it's another thing to be Gae Bolg. That comparison works precisely in one context, but this is the right one: when Lancer gets into stance, holding his spear against his side to launch it up and towards the falling fridge, the deed might as well already be done. ]

Gae...

[ The magic spear that reverses causality. What's important now isn't speed or skill, it's an inevitability, the inevitability being that his spear will hit. ]

...Bolg!

[ So. Sorry Rider— that flash of red that flies past him and directly into that box, splitting it cleanly and destroying whatever is inside (he has a good idea of what) is a result of inexorable circumstances. ]

[And he was so close too.

A shriek rings throughout the building. The fog and mist is washed away by a wind of released prana that is quickly disappearing. The Headless Horseman is without his head and his stolen body cannot sustain him even with the used Spells.

The headless monster from the unassuming legend that originated in a sleepy town has been defeated.

When the box is split, there's an explosion of light that blinds Lien slightly and she has to cover her eyes. Rider begins to fall and as he does his entire being begins to disappear in luminous wisps that fade away making it so he was never there to begin with. There's a rewarding sense of serenity that settles throughout the entire area now that he is gone.

Victory to the Hound of Chulainn and his Master. Lien takes a deep breath of the clear night air in relief.]

... What a hero.

Edited 2015-02-11 02:57 (UTC)

[ His sigh of relief curls in the air, a sentiment that isn't borne from uncertainty of his actions but because he doesn't have to deal with that particular Servant anymore; what a handful. There's only so much contempt he can have before it gets old.

He retrieves Gae Bolg, taps it once, twice against the ground as if to get any residue off of it (there is none), before turning back to Lien with a half-exasperated smile. ]

What, you finally realized?

[Finally realized that he was a hero? Well, it wasn't hard to get that part figured out. She doesn't retort though and instead squats down on her knees to look back at him.]

You did it! What more would you like me to say?

[At least for her, it's a satisfactory win. This Rider was a tough opponent and it took more than one try to really get an edge on him. It's the feeling of elation that makes it hard for her to choose words. But...]

... You did great, Cu Chulainn. It's your win.

[Lien smiles down at the hero after calling him his true name. There's a gentle, but deep admiration in her eyes that isn't concealed by her veil of inscrutability. It was as if she was allowing her true feelings to be unabashed as possible.]

I'll come down to you, ok? Not much else to do, but call it a night.

Edited 2015-02-16 04:56 (UTC)

[ There's no doubt that Lien looks at him with a fondness that wasn't prevalent in the first few days of meeting him, and Lancer laughs about it, a low, private sound that would be inaudible to his master, way up there.

And, on a whim, he take a few steps towards Lien's vantage point, directly under her, and holds out his arms. ]

Come on down, then, little lady.

[ Does he need to spell it out? He hopes not. ]

Oh!

[Lien was going to use the elevator, but she sees him hold out his arms and of course it clicks. Hrm. Should she...?]

... Ah, what the hell.

[She preps herself by taking a deep breath before dropping down. The funny thing is, she didn't feel scared at all. Lien feels she could fall a million times and instead of breaking apart and scattering into pieces, there was a possibility she would be completely fine.]

[ Sure enough, he catches her. He times it perfectly, drops his arms a little when he feels her weight falling into his grip so she's not landing too heavily: a consideration he affords her, if only because he knows that this probably isn't something she does very often.

One arm under her legs and the other up around Lien's shoulders, he bounces his Master once, twice. ]

Nice fall.

[ Preemptively, before she can say "nice catch". ]

[Her braid has come undone due to the tie getting loose during all the action. At his remark, she laughs lightly.]

I'm getting better at it.

Good thing the Hound of Chulainn is just as good at catching as he is tossing.

[ He hefts Lien in one arm for the moment it takes to strap his lance to his back— how he manages that is anyone's guess. ]

Where to, miss?

[Don't wish, don't focus on the touch, don't focus on the movements, don't...

Lien sways her head back and forth as if thinking as she holds onto Lancer, her long hair moving along with her.]

What do you usually do after winning a battle? My treat.

Feasting and finding women to spend the night with, mostly.

[ He says, with a blitheness that suggests that he's being more honest than teasing, but he knows how well Lien'd take to this suggestion. (Not well.)

Instead of setting Lien down, he starts walking with her in tow, moving out and away from the building into the streets of Shinto proper. ]

Hey, I'll take you somewhere good.

[She snorts although not so much in derision as it is with humor.]

The former, doable, the latter, not so much.

[Huh. He's still holding her. She doesn't protest, but she blinks and is quiet about it, as if wondering how long he'd keep it up.]

Really? You actually have something in mind?

What do you think I do during the day, just sleep on your couch?

[ Mildly exasperated, but in good humor. He trots along the street, stops, and takes a moment to let his clothes switch to civvie gear. It only takes a moment, and he manages it without setting Lien back down. ]

Trust me, it's not bad.

... Good point. [LIEN...]

Alright then, I'm in your hands, literally and metaphorically; lead the way.

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