Lancer
Bazett Fraga McRemitz checked the summoning circle she had drawn once again. Everything appeared to be perfect, and the purplish-haired woman got ready to finally meet her childhood hero, Cú Chulainn. She was sure that the hound of Culann – the one whose very blood was said to be flowing through her veins – would be the perfect servant for her. And, together, they'll win this war! Deciding that it was the time to finally call him to this world, Bazett activated the summoning circle.
Unfortunately, it looked like the grail decided to screw with her. Even before the smoke from the summoning had dissipated, the magus could easily tell that she had summoned not the servant she was wishing for. After all, she was completely positive that Cú Chulainn was not a curvaceous girl in a mini-skirt. Or was it just that the myths were so very wrong about hi-... her?
The smoke finally dissipated, and Bazett could now clearly see that whoever she had summoned was not her childhood hero... Instead, she had summoned an oriental schoolgirl – she even had a schoolbag in her hand – though the one wielding a lance. And since whoever this girl was, she was considered a heroic spirit, she ought to be good... Shaking her head, the Irish magus studied her summoned servant.
The girl, despite still being a high-school student, was quite tall and had some rather impressive curves. Her only visible eye – the other one being hidden behind a curtain of girl's hair – was blue and held a coldness of someone who had fought many bloody battles... The girl had dark, purplish-black hair that was so long, it almost touched the ground. As for her clothes, this lancer schoolgirl was wearing short-sleeved white shirt with blue collar, tied right under her breasts and leaving the tanned skin of her flat stomach for everyone to see; yellow tie; red and slightly-worn fingerless gloves; blue mini-skirt that stopped good six inches above her knees and brown shoes with white leg-warmers. In her right hand the girl was holding a guan-dao lance, wrapped in a piece of cloth.
"I'm the servant Lancer of this Grail war." The girl spoke, bringing her purple-haired summoner back into the real world. "I must ask you, though, are you my new general?" Bazett, whose mind was still somewhere jealously checking her summon out, could only nod affirmatively.
Kotomine Kirei, his trustworthy black keys gripped tightly in his hands, crept towards unsuspecting Bazett, intent on chopping woman's hand with command seals off and taking those for himself, thus effectively making himself the Lancer's master... His plan, though, failed spectacularly: as soon as he raised his hand for a strike, a powerful palm thrust had him sent flying into the warehouse's wall on the opposite side of the room. As the fake priest tried to extract himself from the wall, he saw the Lancer approach him, anger etched on her otherwise pretty face. Bazett was still trying to comprehend what was going on, but Kirei had no doubts that in a couple of seconds the magus would join her servant in trying to kill him.
"You have tried to attack my general..." The Lancer-girl hissed, her free hand wrapping around the shifty overseer's throat and slamming him back to the wall before he could even think of anything to save himself from this current predicament... Whoever this girl was, she was much much stronger than Kirei assumed.
When he had failed to determine her identity – honestly, who wields a lance in the modern era? – the fake priest thought that he could still use her as a scout, as the power of the command seal would ensure that she'd survive her first encounter with other servants. Now, though, it felt like she might actually have a chance to win the damn war...
"I shall let my general decide your fate, rat." Suddenly she let his neck go, making Kirei stumble forward. But he got no chance to escape as a moment later a powerful knee strike landed on his gut, both making him double over and lifting him off the ground. Then another palm strike, this time to the back of his head, send the man face first into the cold and hard floor, finally granting him the blissfulness of unconsciousness...
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Emiya Shirou knew that staying at school this late might have not been his brightest idea, not with the string on mysterious deaths spreading through the usually quiet city of Fuyuki. But he had promised to help around the Archery club today, and he just couldn't go back on his word, now, could he? Anyway, he had finished cleaning the club's shed and was ready to head home, when he heard the sounds of intense fighting coming from the school yard. Curious as to what was going on out there, the red-haired teen decided to investigate...
What he spied in the said yard left him rooted to the ground: two girls or young women were fighting there, clearly intent on killing each other. One of the two was a woman with long purple hair. She was dressed in a short black dress, long black fingerless gloves and long boots. As a weapon of choice she was using two nail-like daggers with seemingly endless chains attached to them. Her opponent was a girl, possibly a couple of years younger, with very long black hair. She was dressed in a very skimpy version school uniform plus red fingerless gloves on her hands. And she was armed with a freaking lance... What more, both girls were fighting on the level that should be impossible to attain for a normal human.
Still, for Shirou it was clear that staying where he was is dangerous: he could find himself in the crossfire at any second. So, the teen Emiya decided to do a very sane thing and get as far away from this unnatural battle as quickly as possible... Unfortunately, as he was turning around, his foot landed on a small branch lying on the ground. A soft crunch, though, was enough to alert both combatants about his presence. The fighting instantly stopped and both women turned their attention towards the red-haired teen, who was frozen in place... What happened next, Shirou wasn't sure, but in a blink of an eye, the lancer girl appeared in front of him, catching her opponent's dagger an inch away from his forehead.
"Lancer." The purple-haired woman hissed. "You should know as well as I do that civilian witnesses to our fights are to be silenced." His brain finally starting to work again, Emiya wondered, what the hell was going on here.
"Rider." The schoolgirl, apparently named Lancer, replied. "You should be quite aware that he is a magus and thus has the right to know about the Grail war." Now Shirou was torn between amazement at how the dark-haired beauty had identified him as a magus so easily, when the other two known magi in his school had no idea about that and wondering, what this Grail war was. He had heard his adoptive father mentioning it a couple of times on his deathbed, but he had not paid it much attention back then and so he hadn't investigated it much if at all. Maybe, just maybe, he should have had... Meanwhile, Rider was glaring – as much as it was possible with a visor completely hiding one's eyes – at Lancer, who was glaring back with determination in her blue eyes.
"Very well." Rider finally said, before turning her attention to still-frozen in place Shirou. "Kid, you have exactly thirty seconds to get the hell out of here." She said coldly and in an almost hissing voice. "After that I will not care if you get hit with my attacks. And I will make sure that Lancer will have her hands too full to care about that either. Got it?" Unable to speak, the red-haired teen merely nodded. "Good. Now, run." And he did just that. As soon as he was no where in sight, Rider turned back to Lancer. "Now then, where were we?" In response, the dark-haired beauty aimed her lance at her opponent.
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Lancer calmly walked up the stairs leading to the Ryuudouji temple. Her general was quite sure that a rogue servant took residence here. And since all evidence pointed to that servant being of a caster class, denying him or her access to the local ley line was a task of the top priority... The dark-haired beauty was forced to stop when a servant previously not seen in this war stepped in front of her. Since so far she hadn't fought only Caster and Assassin, Lancer had to conclude that this was the later one... Even if the man didn't look all that well suited for his apparent class.
"I, Sasaki Kojirou, shall not let you go further than this." The supposed Assassin stated as he drew his sword – an extremely long katana. Lancer did not respond verbally, but had the cloth covering her guan-dao disappear instead... For a few seconds the two just stood unmoving, their eyes focused on each other. Then Lancer attacked. The dark-haired beauty did a fast thrusting attack towards her opponent's midsection, but the man proved himself to be very skilled with his unusually long sword and deflected this attack easily. Then, a mere moment later, he counterattacked with a wide-arc slash, forcing Lancer to somersault backwards in order to avoid it.
As soon as she was once again standing on her feet, the young woman raised her guan-dao above her head, before bringing it down, mercilessly striking the stairs she was standing on. For a brief moment Assassin wondered what was the purpose of this attack, but then he was forced to dodge a speeding arc of cutting energy that left a large chasm of destruction in its wake. Not giving him a chance to recover, Lancer dashed towards the purple-wearing swordsman, making a horizontal sweeping strike that aimed to cut the man into two.
Assassin blocked this attack with his katana, but it did cost him his blade as now it had a sizable dent where Lancer's Seiryuutou had connected with it. With this much damage done to his blade, the temple guarding samurai could no longer execute a perfect Tsubame Gaeshi... It didn't mean that he was giving up, though. Pushing the guan-dao back, the purple swordsman did a step towards Lancer and quickly swung his sword towards his opponent's neck in such a way that Lancer could not block it. She didn't. Instead, she just caught the blade with her free hand. It looked like her gloves apparently had some good armor in them as she suffered only some cuts from this action, instead of losing her hand.
"I guess, this is your end then." The dark-haired beauty said matter-of-factly, as she broke the damaged sword before Assassin could pull it out of her grasp. Throwing the damaged piece of blade away, Lancer closed in at still shocked samurai, before sending him into a tree just outside the stairs' passage with a powerful palm strike to his chest. And this was only the beginning of Assassin's things going downhill...
Omake
"I'm the servant Lancer of this Grail war." The girl spoke, bringing her purple-haired summoner back into the real world. "I must ask you, though, are you my new general?" Bazett, whose mind was still somewhere jealously checking her summon out, could only nod affirmatively. There was a pause, before the summoned servant spoke again: "And if you're checking me out... Don't be shy – I might not be a complete slut like some people I know, but I do enjoy a good night romp too. And I'm bi-curious." That got a rather predictable reaction in the form of the purple-haired woman passing out with a major nosebleed.
Lancer
True identity: Kan'u Unchou, 'the Goddess of war'
Series: "Ikkitousen" ("Battle Vixens")
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Strength: C+ (can be boosted for short periods of time to A++ through usage of Tanden ki)
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: C+++
Luck: C
Independent action: B
Magic resistance: C+
Battle continuation: B+ - it takes fatal wound to stop Kan'u. Even then, she might keep going for a bit.
Discernment of the poor: B - Kan'u can read immediate intentions of those around her with but a glance.
Martial arts: B - Kan'u is a martial arts master as well as a good lance wielder.
Eye of the mind (false): C++ - Kan'u is capable of sensing killing intent of other people.
Cuteness: B+ - straight males get minus half rank to strength and luck while fighting against Kan'u.
Noble Phantasms:
'Seiryuutou' otherwise known as 'Qīng lóng yǎn yuè dāo': C+, item.
Kan'u's guan-dao lance. It can be damaged only by weapons known for slaying draconian creatures, while also dealing extra damage to opponents who have 'dragon' or 'beast' attribute. Note that this applies only to the blade of the guan-dao. It's pole is nothing more that an ordinary rod of dense wood.
Tanden ki: B++, support.
Ability to manipulate internal energy of one's body to a high degree. Allows one to achieve superhuman speed and strength, or even allowing to manipulate an element of nature. Kan'u uses tanden ki to boost the power of her attacks to the point where even at 20% of her life force she could destroy a roof of a warehouse with a single strike of her lance.
Matagama: the spirit of my predecessor: B, support, permanently active.
Kan'u Unchou is a spiritual successor of Shu general Guan Yu and possesses his battle skills and experiences. In addition to increasing her fighting capabilities, this always-on noble phantasm also boosts Kan'u's Discernment of the poor skill to B rank, instead of C+ she'd have otherwise.