Archer
Archer blinked at Amanda's hasty explanation and wondered what she and Eruraviel were talking about.
Maybe it's some sort of charm of suggestion, he reasoned as he reached down to pet his cat. Tohsaka, for his part, leaned against Archer's large hand and began to loudly purr. Considering her line of work, things would go a lot easier for her if people were prone to respond easier or be charmed by her.
Which means I could be charmed right now. Damn it!
Then she asked Archer about his own abilities. Again. Yare, yare, it's getting tiresome trying to dodge their questions, but I'm fairly certain Eruraviel knows all of my secrets now. She's like a bustier version of Ilya.
Then Eruraviel answered, "Oh, he's suppper interesting. I'd probably rate him about as strong as myself, in pure destructive output." She was smiling at them and her destructive power vanished as if it hadn't been there in the first place.
Archer sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and frowned. "I wouldn't call myself overly interesting. There's only one thing I excel at in terms of magecraft," he said as he flexed his hands and whispered that familiar spell.
"Trace on."
Kansho and Baykura formed in his hands before he disbanded them in a shower of sparks to form Durandal, Hrunting, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, Joyeuse, and Misteltein in succession, disbanding the previous tracing before bringing the next sword into being.
He let Misteltein go in a shower of sparks with a grin and a shrug. "Swords are the easiest to create," he said.