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« on: July 19, 2013, 05:25:47 AM »
A feral grin was etched across Lancer's features, and Gae Bolg was in his hands. Looming before him were four hulking beasts, their forms some bastardization of wolf and man. Still, a wolf is a wolf, and I am the Hound, the Celtic hero thought as he spun his cursed lance in a graceful arch above his head. It was his weapon now, even though he would have been more comfortable with a blade due to all the pain Gae Bolg had given him in his life time.
Forest would have a fit if he let the battle out with all of the bystanders doing the boring things that bystanders did. So with rapid movements he traced the series of runes into the concrete with his spear. The glowed bright blue before pale blue energy materialized behind him. The line was drawn, none of the combatants could pass that line; they would be stopped by the runes that held them there until he was dead or he dispersed them.
Growls filled the alley, some of them even Lancer's, as the demi-god rushed into the fray.
It was over quickly, too quickly in his opinion, and Lancer was soon standing alone with four bodies currently on fire due to his runes. He would reduce the remains to ashes, leaving nothing in his wake. Nothing that could be traced back to him or his lovely landlady either, and burning the cursed remains would grant them peace. The Brigid would bless them and send them on their merry way to the next world. The Morrigan would not be feasting on that dead this night.
"Pathetic," the blue haired man said with a snort before a swift kick swept the runes keeping the battle in place away.
Lancer, I could really use your help now . . . Please . . .
A wolfish grin crossed his features at the sound of that husky, lilting voice begging in his mind. He wondered a time or two if she screamed when she found completion, or did she moan wantonly in that low voice of hers? Her resistance was all the sweeter to him; part of the joy was the chase. It wasn't fun if they came after him, and that was part of the reason he rejected the Morrigan despite the fact she had been the most beautiful woman he'd laid eyes on.
He willed Gae Bolg back into ether for the moment before whistling softly. He got an impression of another alley and recognized the area. Forest was suppressing something in her sending, which made him even more curious. So he broke into a run to head to her and see what she needed.
As he nimbly weaved through the streets he caught sight of a broad back cloaked in red with a head of white hair resting above it rushing in the same direction he was. "Tch." He easily out sprinted the bowman and ended up in front of him. Gae Bolg was pointed at the betrayer, the man who had left Rin to that punk's devices and had betrayed her to become Caster's Servant, and that was something Lancer couldn't stand.
"Oy, Archer, where the hell you're going in such a hurry, eh? We've got unfinished business." No more tricks this time, you cheating bastard. We're going to do this like men, instead of you playing around like a little bitch.
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Well bugger, she is a Servant then, they confirmed it. Of course she needs prana to survive, and apparently the girl is a Master too? Now this has become lovely, Forest thought, looking between Saber and Rider, then to the poor girl Rider was currently using as leverage and a cushion of sorts.
Sighing, the vampire took a step up and pointed at Saber, "Check the aggression for a moment here please. I'd rather not have my city leveled by some battle of heroic spirits or former heroic spirits having a grudge match."
Then she pointed to Rider. The Servant was apparently protecting a child, which means if something happened to Rider then the poor kid would be all defenseless. "Hey, Walking Sex Offense, if you let the girl go, I'll donate. I might not be alive, but I have prana." Lancer, you had better be right about that, and you had better be here soon.
Finally she looked at the girl, her voice and expression softening some what, "Poppet, when the Walking Sex Offense lets you go, get out of here and please have your Servant decide to not to come kill us all. If you're going to rough house, do it in an abandoned part of town. Please."