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⠀Eventually the thrusts would come to a pause, as the Heroic Spirit in blue studied her to see if the attacks from Gae Bulg snapped her out of it.
If it reminded her of the books she studied as a child, the tales of Cu Chulainn.
Give him a sign that she remembers dammit.
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⠀𝘍𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏
With a thrust of his lance a crimson/blue blur made its way towards his former Master, the speed of the thrust was such that the difference between the red of his spear and the blue of his attire could not be differentiated.
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⠀It started as one thrust, and turned into several within a blink of an eye.
Her hand to hand combat style was a swift disadvantage against a Spear-Wielder. Lancer would easily be able to keep her at bay with Gae Bulg, one thrust at a time.
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⠀He was plotting his next moves.
Starting with the manifestation of his Gae Bulg. He wouldn't fight seriously. He refused. Instead, one by one, he would manifest Celtic relics of his to nip at her memory.
‟ If I gotta fish you out of there, that's exactly what I'll do. ″
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⠀‟ So that's how it's gonna' be. huh .ᐣ ″
He stared into her eyes, and yet she could not return the gesture. Almost as if ashamed to confront him.
⠀‟ Have it your way. ″
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...ngh..
There's nothing more to discuss.. Lancer..!
[ the pain in her voice is clear, her eyes remain hidden. she's unwilling to talk, seems he'll have to force it out of her. ]
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He was still, but very observant. There were several questions that remained unanswered, but he needed to know if he was talking to 𝘩𝘪𝘴 Bazett, or if he'd have to force it out of her.
⠀‟ You don't remember, do you .ᐣ ″
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⠀‟ H'ohh .ᐣ Ah , you've met my Caster counterpart. 'Fraid that isn't me. This is my preferred Summon, 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍. Spear in hand is how I feel in my true skin, you know .ᐣ Casting just ain't for me. ″
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