First of the crackshots! This one is based on the conversation Archer and Lancer in chapter 5.
"What?"
"Don't what me, kid," Lancer smiled dangerously as he drew closer to Archer. "Have you done it yet?"
"Done what?"
Lancer looked at him like he was retarded.
"Mana transfer, mana transfer! She's a magical girl and you need the juice right? Quid pro quo! Or did no one teach you how to?"
"Well my dad taught me..."
Lancer snapped his head back, willing himself to forget the words. Too late, unwanted images were already rushing into his mind.
"But I need to find a dragon, or a dolphin..."
Archer vaguely wondered if clawing at your eyes and screaming was an ancient Celtic tradition.
