Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170403223152/@comment-26444332-20170409000945

That confidence comes into some doubt to an onlooker as Assassin and Lancer clash, katana on spear, and yet Assassin shows no signs of faltering. They fight like demons, their weapons trailing light (the only way Matthew even has knowledge that their weapons have moved at all): red for Assassin and gold for Lancer. Indeed, the class itself is not typically a front line fighter: it is supposed to specialize in killing Masters, as the weakest Servant.

And yet. As Assassin and Lancer go at it hammer-and-tongs, the swordswoman actually manages to push Lancer back a few steps. Finally, they disengage for a moment, and neither breathes hard: a testament to their endurance and strength.

Assassin speaks. 'I see you are skilled, Lancer.' she says, leveling her sword at him. Her voice is soft, a warm caress that does not match her cold silvery eyes. 'But not as skilled as others, perhaps?'