Lancelot du Lac, the Lancer contracted with the Human Order from another realm far beyond the scope of Chaldea itself. Though from a timeline, long forgotten and unheard of - he was able to be summoned by a Master who held him in high esteem. Yet he failed her, and she had died. By method of Chaldea's summoning, was he able to adhere himself into another timeline where she herself Lived.
Even if it was not the same, he would not fail her again.
Failure, that was all his worth - servants after all are predestined to adhere to their own conceptions. In the same way, Achilles's story ends with the arrow to his heel.
"You are not l i s t e n i n g." Deep and guttural, here he was once more admonished by his failures and drowning in the madness that equated to them. Unable to find his Master, and finding himself easily dissuaded by this new realm. The armor around his body aches with the sound of metals gnawing against metals, and the misty aura that slipped like a fog through the notches of his armor. Seem to thicken, and exert itself through each plate along his body.
The enemy - which is all that the Lancer can see at this point. Seems to ignore the camouflaged presence of tendrils invoking their stealth. Instead, he has committed his ferocity to the figure that stands before him - not heeding his suggestion, "Do you hope to die?"
Nerves are able to be withheld - but only for a moment as the madness bickers in his head joining in tandem with that which the forest wants to whisper to him.
Foolhardy you are to think yourself capable. What are you but a man that bends beneath the woes of your own fascinations? Disgusting you would think yourself a Knight, disgusting that you have killed all that you claim to love - and broke the heart of many. Worse, that the modern world hails you as nothing but a Germanic fantasy - wrought into existence out of jealousy... What are you but a disgusting story?
"ENOUGH!" He knows, he knows . . . Why does it look like Mizuki is the one speaking this to him? A Lance comes forward and he seems to point it towards the other, "SHUT UP!"
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Even if it was not the same, he would not fail her again.
Failure, that was all his worth - servants after all are predestined to adhere to their own conceptions. In the same way, Achilles's story ends with the arrow to his heel.
"You are not l i s t e n i n g." Deep and guttural, here he was once more admonished by his failures and drowning in the madness that equated to them. Unable to find his Master, and finding himself easily dissuaded by this new realm. The armor around his body aches with the sound of metals gnawing against metals, and the misty aura that slipped like a fog through the notches of his armor. Seem to thicken, and exert itself through each plate along his body.
The enemy - which is all that the Lancer can see at this point. Seems to ignore the camouflaged presence of tendrils invoking their stealth. Instead, he has committed his ferocity to the figure that stands before him - not heeding his suggestion, "Do you hope to die?"
Nerves are able to be withheld - but only for a moment as the madness bickers in his head joining in tandem with that which the forest wants to whisper to him.
Foolhardy you are to think yourself capable. What are you but a man that bends beneath the woes of your own fascinations? Disgusting you would think yourself a Knight, disgusting that you have killed all that you claim to love - and broke the heart of many. Worse, that the modern world hails you as nothing but a Germanic fantasy - wrought into existence out of jealousy... What are you but a disgusting story?
"ENOUGH!" He knows, he knows . . . Why does it look like Mizuki is the one speaking this to him? A Lance comes forward and he seems to point it towards the other, "SHUT UP!"