Didn't intend to. [His opponent walks slowly towards him, a long lance held point down as he strides sedately into their midst. Tassels sway with every step he takes and Rider walks out to meet him. The Lancer steps entirely out of the shadows. His helm is a dragon's face, the visor up. Flaring wings on the sides match the tight fitting dragon scale armor covering every inch of him.
'Well, a man of the future. I wonder, what did you do to become beloved of others? Usually, heroic spirits of your ilk are faceless and the weapon is what it held in high esteem.'
His own visor partly rises up as he holds out his Nonsparking, energy infused hand. 'Have to say fantasy characters are rarer than I am. Rider.'
'Lancer,' The other takes his hand, clasping warmly and up close he can finally see the man's golden slitted eyes and the ginger colored cat tail that the Black Lion had fed him images of. 'You know how it is. Everyone has a dream. Every story has a hero and some of us beloved enough become real.' Lancer lets go and his own chest with his fist. 'Complicated sometimes. I was summoned like this. To be the freedom in the skies and carve my path in a blazing road of light.'
Rider smiles a bit and laughs. 'How do you want to do this?' No asking him to turn back. His voice. His eyes said it all. Lancer drops his visor down and searing red eyes flare within the slits of the helm. 'How else? We have a go at each other. Give me a good show, alright?'
Blue threads of light rise up in glimmering dragon coils and a dragon's roar shakes the yard. Rider leaps back as the lance splits the air too fast to be more than a blur. They clash in the ring of steel and the hum of energy as it cracks on the air.
Flower petals swirl and dance as the fighters twist and slash. Rider's eyes flare yellow, matching the brilliant scarlet of Lancer. Lancer grins, his teeth a white flash in the dark. 'Pretty. Going to show me what you can really do now? I only have so much time to play with pretty boys like you.'
He shouldn't. But Lancer grips the center of the shaft of his spear and turns it sideways, a flat line against his body. The blue coils of a dragon whirl faster, the eyes in his helm burning azure to match. A dragon's head forms above his own, the coils all becoming more real, jaws open wide.
He has no choice now. He steps back away from the sudden pressure of azure light and lines of power that spread out of the dirt. The Black Lion kneels down, opening its mouth just as Lancer calls out. 'Give it all you got.' Yes, he quite likes the smaller man with his slight accent and dazzling smile.
He sits down in the Black Lion's chair and displays light up. The veil that obscures it from all comers falls away as the Black Lion rises back onto its feet. It shakes the world harder than the dragon's cry had with a challenging roar and Lancer grins wide. 'Dance with me, beautiful.' The lion shoots upwards in a burst of rockets and Lancer follows, wrapped in a dragon. Their twin roars, lion and dragon echo down towards the ground.]
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'Well, a man of the future. I wonder, what did you do to become beloved of others? Usually, heroic spirits of your ilk are faceless and the weapon is what it held in high esteem.'
His own visor partly rises up as he holds out his Nonsparking, energy infused hand. 'Have to say fantasy characters are rarer than I am. Rider.'
'Lancer,' The other takes his hand, clasping warmly and up close he can finally see the man's golden slitted eyes and the ginger colored cat tail that the Black Lion had fed him images of. 'You know how it is. Everyone has a dream. Every story has a hero and some of us beloved enough become real.' Lancer lets go and his own chest with his fist. 'Complicated sometimes. I was summoned like this. To be the freedom in the skies and carve my path in a blazing road of light.'
Rider smiles a bit and laughs. 'How do you want to do this?' No asking him to turn back. His voice. His eyes said it all. Lancer drops his visor down and searing red eyes flare within the slits of the helm. 'How else? We have a go at each other. Give me a good show, alright?'
Blue threads of light rise up in glimmering dragon coils and a dragon's roar shakes the yard. Rider leaps back as the lance splits the air too fast to be more than a blur. They clash in the ring of steel and the hum of energy as it cracks on the air.
Flower petals swirl and dance as the fighters twist and slash. Rider's eyes flare yellow, matching the brilliant scarlet of Lancer. Lancer grins, his teeth a white flash in the dark. 'Pretty. Going to show me what you can really do now? I only have so much time to play with pretty boys like you.'
He shouldn't. But Lancer grips the center of the shaft of his spear and turns it sideways, a flat line against his body. The blue coils of a dragon whirl faster, the eyes in his helm burning azure to match. A dragon's head forms above his own, the coils all becoming more real, jaws open wide.
He has no choice now. He steps back away from the sudden pressure of azure light and lines of power that spread out of the dirt. The Black Lion kneels down, opening its mouth just as Lancer calls out. 'Give it all you got.' Yes, he quite likes the smaller man with his slight accent and dazzling smile.
He sits down in the Black Lion's chair and displays light up. The veil that obscures it from all comers falls away as the Black Lion rises back onto its feet. It shakes the world harder than the dragon's cry had with a challenging roar and Lancer grins wide. 'Dance with me, beautiful.' The lion shoots upwards in a burst of rockets and Lancer follows, wrapped in a dragon. Their twin roars, lion and dragon echo down towards the ground.]