"Mister Eagle?"
Words pronounced with confusion. The man standing before him, Lancer and Rin was, without a doubt, similar in appearance to Archer. Although he had strange markings and a dark complexion, it wasn't difficult to recognize him, even for Ruu. However, he was different. His smell was one of corruption. Something abnormal happened to this person, and his behavior reflected it.
Ah, how nice to see you alive again, Lancer.
Ruu glanced at his left arm. Outer layer healed already but for the internal tissues to be fully restored, time would be required. In short, he couldn't use that arm. If there were to fight, the familiar wouldn't be at his best but he would do what he can.
Hello Rin.
Lancer was clearly tense and the strange stupor Rin succumbed to didn't put Ruu at ease. If they fought now, things would be complicated. He wanted to rest, have a meal and more than anything, take a shower. Wasting time wouldn't be productive. That's why the familiar decided another approach. Letting go of Lancer's hand, he walked to Archer, his gaze locked with metal gray orbs.
Showing once more his unpredictability, he spoke aloud, the tone serious.
"Ruu asks a duel in arm-wrestling." Fumbling in his backpack, the familiar produced a golden trinket, a magical artifact of great value inherited from his Master. "You can have this if you win." The familiar crossed his arms in a ridiculous manner, his left arm limp. "If you lose, you become Ruu's servant."
The difference in size, body build and sheer reach was as unbalanced as it could be, yet Ruu didn't falter. Ruu knew that men, sometimes liked to confront their strength in a aggressive way. That's why he decided this would be the best option. The familiar often used it in the past and never lost once. No reason for it being different this time.