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I'll Make A Meguca Out of You [RL with Lancer]

[They had, briefly, mentioned the idea of a training session. As Lancer already knew of her status as a magical girl, Mami had accepted it on the grounds that he'd come back to the city to train. There were numerous places suitable for it there and--most importantly--if a witch showed up she'd be able to make good time to defeat it.

In the park, she waits with a drink (surprisingly it's a soft drink and not tea), waiting for him to show up.]

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[h-hey he has cool theme music too okay...]

Unfortunately, I fear I'm short one weapon. But it can't be helped, so a single spear will have to do.

[Lancer shifted into a proper fighting stance, coiled and ready to spring into action at any second.]

Firearms won't do you very much good if your target moves too quickly.

You're absolutely right, Lancer-san.

[Which is why there are yellow ribbons coming from the ground beneath him. If he's not fast, the surprise attack might trap him like so many of Mami's previous enemies.]

You did say to use all my power.

[That was a surprise. And it would have caught just about anyone else off-guard, but Lancer was sort of a special case. His guard had been up from the moment he'd formed his armor, and his speed was very literally second to none.]

[The class of Lancer was not renowned for physical strength. That quality was more suited to Berserker or often Saber. In a contest of brute strength, a Lancer would rarely if ever emerge victorious, but strength was not all there was to a fight. His class was one of agility, of outmaneuvering his enemies while breaking them down through strategy and skill.]

[He threw himself backwards, out of range of those ribbons and prepared for more. Dodging this was easy for him, certainly--but the fact that she'd almost surprised him was impressive.]

I did indeed. But I plan to use all of mine as well.

[Speed has never been one of Mami's strengths. Muskets were hard to aim with any accuracy when fired quickly. Her ribbons were her trump card in that sort of situation.

As he dodges, more came from the ground. It would be tough to catch such a fast opponent but she had him on the move at least.

In the few moments it took for this exchange she had summoned several more muskets around her.]

I wouldn't expect anything less. [She fires one musket from the hip--terribly inaccurate--and then tosses it aside to fire off another. Again, from the hip.]

[He kept moving, dodging and outrunning both her shots and the ribbons. No counterattack came just yet, Lancer carefully gauging her strength. So far she wasn't entirely dissimilar to an Archer-class. Not quite the King of Heroes, but her guns seemed as endless as his blades.]

You're not bad at all--!

[In fact, the ribbons were almost like the plants he'd used as a magi. He wondered if she could use them for both defense and offense in combat like he'd learned to over time. So far her abilities were intriguing to see, no matter how easily he was literally running circles around her. Accuracy suffered for the sake of rapid-fire, he might have to bring that up with her. But all in all, Lancer was finding himself impressed.]

Edited 2012-06-18 04:52 (UTC)

[No counterattack yet. Mami knows she probably hasn't seen half as many battles as him but she knows when she's being tested. Smart. Try to wear her out why testing her strength? She would do the same thing if she hadn't struck first.

She keeps firing one musket after another.]

You're no witch, that's for certain! [Mami's not slowing down any. She had a couple of Grief Seeds back in her apartment and one in her bag, she's not afraid of using lots of magic in the fight.]

I should think a knight able to outperform a witch easily!

[He wasn't slowing down either, but that wouldn't have been a fair comparison to make. Servants ran on magical energy alone--Lancer didn't need to eat or sleep, and he was nigh incapable of tiring out this way. It was no exaggeration to say he could keep this up all day.]

[But what fun would that be? Choosing a moment when she was in between shots, Lancer turned sharply and changed direction to close the distance between them and knock her weapons aside with his own.]

[The musket drops to the ground only to vanish before it hits the grass. Mami's face is one of sudden shock--one that quickly vanishes back to calm.

He wouldn't be a lancer without his spear, right?]

You're right.

[It might have been a desperate shot but her ribbons always have been more reliable than the guns. She focuses on sending a final burst of ribbons aiming straight for the spear instead of himself.]

[Strangely enough, he seemed unconcerned by that last strike--it was a tactical mistake. Aiming for his weapon was in itself a good idea, yes--but aiming for it when he was this close? Pinning his arms or legs would have been the better option. As it was, the knight simply cut down the oncoming ribbons and...]

[...poked Mami in the head with the blunt end of his weapon.]

You slipped up with that last one. [Despite his smirk, Lancer's tone was a calm and simple correction rather than anything teasing.]

[She winces. He's right of course, but nothing more than her pride's injured at least.]

I noticed. [She's blushing. Her juniors would never let her live that one down if they knew. At least he wasn't a witch or a magical girl; if he was, that blow would have been fatal.] I wasn't expecting such speed.

That's alright. You did very well for one confronted with the unexpected.

[Diarmuid was often rumored to be a harsh and strict trainer among the Fianna, and that was not very far removed from fact. He expected a certain level of skill and a measure of results from those he instructed, and insisted his fellow knights meet those expectations. But on the other hand? He had a considerable soft spot for kids.]

Having said that, you should better learn to adapt--'expect the unexpected', I think the phrase is. Your own speed is impressive, but your accuracy suffers for it.

[He's right. Hadn't she said the same to Sakura and Kaname? That and knowing the environment. True, if she hadn't been worried about accidentally killing him she would have went for a massive musket assault or a Tiro Finale. Albeit that would have ruined the training grounds, as well.]

I'll have to concede that you're right. [She's an elite when it comes to other magical girls but how long did most of them live if they didn't adapt fast? The fact that she's lived nearly a year after contracting spoke for her skill but perhaps if she took him seriously...] Rapid fire didn't seem to work. I had thought to use it as a suppressive measure; until I could line up a decent shot.

It was a good strategy, to be sure. The firearms and ribbons simultaneously kept me moving, and that in itself is something in your average fight.. Press such an advantage a little harder, and your opponent wouldn't even have time to develop a strategy.

As a suppressive measure, once could do far worse.

I'll keep that in mind. You have the air of an experienced teacher, I think. Such a lesson isn't one soon forgotten.

I've trained my share of individuals in the past, but still, you're kind to say so. If you would like to try again, you're more than welcome to.

I think it would be prudent to call the training short. [She's used too much magic in that rapid-fire shooting. But she'll purify her Soul Gem later.]

Would you like dinner?

I would not wish to trouble you at all, but the idea does sound like a pleasant one.

[Didn't need to eat anything, sure. But hey, he still enjoyed it. His lance disappeared, armor reforming to regular clothes just as easily.]

It's no trouble at all.

[Her school uniform reforms just as easily as she picks up her schoolbag.] Besides, I don't often have the opportunity to cook for other people; I like the change of pace.

Then I'll accept your offer gratefully.

[Diarmuid took his glasses out of his pocket and calmly put them back on; they didn't do anything, but after all that had happened it was a faint reassurance to have something distracting people from looking directly at his face.]

Shall we?

Mm. It would be best.

[She's glad that her offer is accepted. Maybe she holds herself a little taller at that even if her response is noncommittal as she starts to walk back towards the path to the more open area of the park.]

I'm thinking of pasta.

I can't say I've ever had it.

[There was a noticeably light tone to Lancer's own voice as he responded. He'd been somewhat lost for where to go in a metaphorical sense ever since leaving Fuyuki. Something like this left him with a clear sense of accomplishment, and it felt like that was what he'd been missing all along.]

But I've enjoyed everything I've tried so far, so I don't think I'm very picky.

You didn't seem to mind my sweets any.

[Mami laughs gently to herself. The whole affair had reminded her of those care free dream-like days when it was just her and Sakura. Sakura was...elsewhere and that optimism was buried but, well. Having someone to train with and to talk so freely with again. That was something that Mami could never have thought would happen.]

You sounded like Sakura-san for a moment.

Oh, they were excellent. [He smiled, honestly complimenting her skill. Irish food wasn't always fantastic, so his standards were a little low.]

Sakura-san?

[Her smile falters just for a second.] She and I hunted witches together for a while. Culinary things always were of interest to her.

...I'm sorry. Did something happen to her?

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