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This was bad. What was once a city now looked like a city of the past overflowing with magic. Humans were rare as most inhabitants were either naga, merfolk, beasts, fairies, and other strange mixtures.
Lancer was vigilant and perched on a rooftop, sitting, crouching and thoughtful. This had been the strangest summoning he could remember, nothing made sense. Probably the Grail never made sense at all (that probably explained why Kotomine wanted it so much)
And then he saw it, finally, a familiar face. The unmistakable orange hair he’d never forget, that color against the spilled blood under the moonlight.
‘Hn’, Cú inwardly sighed and braced the spear. He’d properly greet him.
His agility had been diminished but his skill persisted. And so he allowed himself to drop from the rooftop, all his weight focused on the tip of the lance as the weapon was aimed from the sky to the boy, falling.
“Oi, kiddo!”
He expected a quick reaction.
