Blue Lancer of Rotating Thrust

B+ Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm—Blue Lancer of Rotating Thrust!

Capture Range: 1–∞

Duke did not know the maximum capture range Heracles could achieve with a Lancer, but it definitely exceeded the total number of people present.

Lancer was swung around by his ankles until he became a spinning blur. Thanks to the outward centrifugal force, he shamefully threw up. A skyful of pixelated solid-liquid mixture sprayed in every direction, dealing psychic damage to everyone. This Noble Phantasm was especially lethal against the Archer class; Red Archer took the greatest hit and clung to a nearby tree as he dry-heaved.

Disgusted, Duke hurriedly told Heracles to stop his atrocity. Still not satisfied, the latter gave Lancer two more swings before slamming him onto the ground.

The unlucky Lancer lay on the ground with his head tilted, his eyes rolled white, foam spilling from his mouth, his limbs twitching now and then. He had gone into shock. If left alone, he would probably... probably be fine. Stray dogs had remarkably tenacious vitality.

Medea looked thoroughly disgusted. Fighting down her nausea, she took out the Noble Phantasm Rule Breaker and stabbed Lancer in the chest, then transferred the Command Spells to Duke. She did not hesitate in the slightest. She liked flat girls like Saber; muscular stray dogs were not within her aesthetic range.

As magical energy flowed into his body, Lancer woke from his faint. Realizing that he had changed Masters yet again, he was in a terrible mood.

He himself was bold and unrestrained by nature, devoted to loyalty and righteousness, and hated betrayal. Yet because of Command Spells, he had been forced time after time to obey new Masters. His frustration was easy to imagine.

Because they would be working together from now on, Duke decided to offer Lancer some advice.