"Lancer!"
"Yes, yes, I know."
Lancer ultimately chose to act. The opponent was a Servant, and a man at that. Fighting him was better than pointing his spear at a woman.
And so.
"Sorry, Archer, but I won't hold back. If you think you can't handle it, you can call your little companions over too. I don't mind."
Lancer put on a golden helmet that left only his eyes exposed.
He pushed Matou Shinji aside and stepped forward. A spear appeared in his hand, and his entire presence abruptly turned solemn.
"No need. I think I can manage, considering your Master is that guy."
Red Archer smiled, and Matou Shinji behind Lancer felt deeply insulted.
"Ha ha ha ha! Interesting! Then you'd better watch out!"
Lancer laughed heartily. It was unclear whether he was laughing because Red Archer was right or for some other reason.
Since they had already said this much, there was no need for more words. He moved his feet—his body shot forward like a cannonball, his spear like a dragon!
"Kill!!"
Lancer thrust out his spear! But in the next second, it was blocked by a pair of black-and-white blades!
Red Archer smiled! He closed in and slashed!
The saying went: a longer weapon meant greater advantage, a shorter one meant greater danger; yet long weapons feared short ones. Once he got close, a fighter who used such a long weapon would struggle to bring it into play.
But the moment Red Archer closed in, a round shield suddenly appeared and slammed toward him!
"Clang!"
Red Archer kicked off the shield and flipped backward, landing at a distance. He looked thoughtfully at Lancer, who held a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.
"That outfit reminds me of someone who held off an