"Hmph, you finally stopped running away?"
Under the cover of night, on top of the wall, a tall man in a blue tights looked down at a tall woman in a black tights.
The raised corners of his mouth and his explosive movements released an undisguised beastly aura.
The beast's gaze was cold, the coldness of a prey that must be killed.
The woman did not say anything, but just looked back at the man with similar eyes. Her long fluorescent purple hair fluttered in the wind like a swimming snake.
Yes, looking back.
Although the woman had a blindfold on her face, the man could still feel the gaze through the blindfold.
The golden, erect, snake-like pupils were also aimed at the prey, ready to bite through the throat at any time.
"Great, that's the way it should be. I like sensible guys."
The corner of the man's mouth twisted slightly, and his crazy face became more ferocious.
The whirlwind was howling, and that was the weapon in the man's hand, a magic spear as red as blood.
"Lancer's Servant."
The woman finally spoke in a low voice that was both cold and seductive.
"Exactly. You have the speed and mobility to rival mine, and you don't look like an assassin, so you're a rider."
The woman nodded in acknowledgement.
The man exuding the scent of a wild beast jumped down from the wall. Although he did not assume any stance, the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.
"Get on your horse, rider. I will wait for you for a while."
Ride did not do what Lancer asked, but of course he did not do nothing.
She still maintained the posture of standing on her feet, with a weapon in her empty right hand.
It was a sickle blade, about the same length as Lancer's Vermillion Magic Lance, but its shape and style were far less gorgeous than the latter.
The murderous intent in Lancer was transformed into reality.
"What? What's the point of being a cavalryman if you don't ride a horse? You're already a weak soldier that can't stand a single blow. Wouldn't you just be an amateur soldier if you do this?"
Rider did not answer. There was nothing to say to the enemy, and even if there was, it would not be through words, but through weapons.
The next second, Rider's body disappeared from the spot, and the sickle in his hand created a whirlwind.
The black cavalry galloped like a bullet blending into the night, no, more terrifying than a bullet.
However, facing such an attack, Lancer was not at all panicked, and was even in the mood to mock.
"idiot-"
The oncoming spear shot accurately blocked the running sickle.
If the speeding rider is a tornado, then the oncoming gun tip is a storm.
The black bullet was stopped.
"—I am a cavalryman, but I want to play with a gun in front of a spearman. I am really underestimated."
Lancer's personality is like his marksmanship, like a raging fire, closing the distance with blow after blow, never knowing when to stop.
For long weapons, shortening the distance is suicidal. Using the advantage of length to distance yourself from the enemy and control the battle is how spearmen fight.
However, that is just common sense and it does not apply to this battle.
The weapons of the two men are of similar length, and the distance between them has equal impact on the performance of the weapons.
More importantly, this blue spearman is not an ordinary spearman. The distance in the general sense makes almost no difference to him.
Throat, shoulders, brows, heart.
There were no loopholes in the vermilion magic spear, and even the gap for returning could not be seen clearly.
Strong, very strong, extremely strong.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the offense and defense were switched.
Rider, who took the initiative to attack, was suppressed in one encounter and was brought into Lancer's rhythm.
Speed up, speed up, and speed up again.
Lancer's gun was moving faster and faster, until even the afterimage disappeared.
Under such a fierce attack, Rider completely lost the initiative and could only defend herself. If she did not have the power to overwhelm Lancer, she would have been injured by the red magic spear.
Even so, Rider was struggling to hold on despite being defeated, and their positions gradually shifted from under the wall at the beginning to the square in front of the main school building.
One party takes the initiative to advance.
The other party retreats passively.
After firing more than a hundred shots in one breath, Lancer's violent shooting paused for a moment.
This is understandable. Even servants who are beyond common sense have their limits. Such a high-intensity attack cannot be sustained forever.
Seizing this opportunity, the rider pushed his speed to the limit and backed away.
However, Lancer's gun is faster than hers.
"!!!"
Covered by the blindfold, only half of her beautiful face was exposed, and a trace of pain appeared on her face.
That was caused by the scarlet magic spear brushing against his body. Although it was not the tip of the spear, but only a section of the handle, the power contained in the spear indeed penetrated into Rider's body.
Although the spearmanship that Lancer had previously demonstrated was mainly based on thrusting, the basic spear tactic is swinging.
The wide sweep of a large object is something that no one can dodge.
If you don't retreat fast enough, you won't be able to escape the gun's range. If you try to counterattack and give up dodging, your abdomen will be cut open.
But if you go forward rashly and get hit by the long handle of the gun, your ribs will be easily broken.
Rider was confused by the Lancer's thrust and neglected to defend against the swing - and the distance provided the most advantageous space for the swing.
It turns out that as a spearman, Lancer has no weaknesses in spearmanship. Whether it is stabbing or swinging, he can do it with ease and is impeccable.
"unwise."
Rider felt a little annoyed, but it was too late to regret now.
Although the force of the gun only caused her movements to pause for a moment that a normal person would never be able to detect, in this moment of time, Lancer rushed forward again and released another powerful attack.
The ferocious combo reappeared, this time it was no longer a simple thrust, but a combination of various gun skills.
A storm of blows, a torrential rain of gunfire in a straight line.
Not only is it fast, it's also powerful.
Not only powerful, but also clever.
Not only clever, but also instinctive.
Lancer integrated mind, skills, and body into the gun technique, and opened up a vacuum field within the reach of the vermilion magic spear.
There is no doubt that this is the spearmanship of the divine realm.
The only thing that can compete with it is the skills that are also in the divine realm.
Unfortunately, Rider does not have such skills. Although her technique in using the sickle is definitely not bad and she has an advantage in strength, she is still too pale in front of the gun attack that exceeds the limits of human beings.
If it was any other spearman, she could still rely on her first-class agility and mobility to distance herself and launch guerrilla warfare, but the spearman in front of her was different. Just as he said at this moment—
"Don't even think about running away. You have a better average speed, but you are no match for me in terms of instantaneous burst. The moment you try to escape, my magic spear will pierce your heart - although the ending won't change if you don't run. Well, maybe if you ride a horse, the ending will be different, but unfortunately, I won't give you such a chance. If you want to hate someone, hate your own stupidity!"
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