Yo, this is my first fight in the tournament. I had NO clue who Lancer was and there's no a lot of info on him, so apologies if he's out-of-character. I hope you enjoy this. The characters aren't mine.

Whist Vs. Lancer

Li'ain was just rolling her eyes when Death by Chocolate picked up the mic and began to announce the first-round matches loudly over the intercom.

"So soon?" Whist griped, rubbing Blink's neck.

Li'ain turned away and headed for a clump of spectators that had taken haven in a small cove that seemed like it would be well out of the way of combat, giving Whist not so much as a parting glance. He shrugged it off and, hearing his name crackle over the speakers, went to search for the man named Lancer. Blink would not walk with him, but instead stood firm, growling angrily. Whist didn't second-guess it, but instead was immediately on the lookout—which made him once again saved by his dog's internal instincts. He jumped out of the way of the descending lance with barely a hair's-breadth between his neck and the point, and head-long into a luxury-shop window, getting himself covered in massage oils and scented lotion on the way through. Blink was already at his side as he heaved himself back to his feet, glaring at the man standing in the window-frame with his lance held casually at his side.

"Well, well, now you smell as girly as you look." The man said.

"Oh, spare me the tired pre-battle banter." Whist grumbled as he rolled the kinks out of his shoulders. "I don't really want to be here so if you would just stop running your mouth and let me get to kicking your ass, I would really appreciate it."

"I don't like that mouth of yours…"

"And I don't like your face. I guess we're even."

He didn't dodge the next strike, instead the tip of the lance pierced through nothingness, leaving Lancer stumbling against the abrupt lack of resistance, and turning frantically to seek out where his opponent had vanished to. He caught sight of a flash of multi-colored hair racing toward the roller-coaster, and struck out to follow. As Whist approached the large and complex contraption he quickly surveyed its mechanics and main station, sending a meaningful thought to Blink before beginning to climb the web-like metal-work supporting the tracks. Lancer was something of a better sprinter than Whist, and reached the frame before Whist was halfway up, but rather than interrupt his opponent's climb he circled around a turn in the tracks, and scrambled up the metal-work, beating Whist to the coaster's highest point by a good fifteen seconds. Just as Whist had pulled himself firmly onto the top on the frame, Lancer put one foot on either of the tracks and with an exuberant cry shot himself down the well-slicked tracks in a head-long charge. Whist had just gained his footing, and didn't trust a safe landing if he jumped, so he was forced into the only option left—he braced himself.

The force of it still sent him flat on his back and clattering down the track, his head cracking against the metal bars and sending a blinding flash across his vision for a few seconds—long enough to let Lancer get another hit. The force of the bolt took the wind from Whist anew, and his cry was caught in a gag.

His distress was a wordless signal and Blink sprung into action.

Just as Lancer was pulling back for a new blow, one he obviously hoped to finish Whist with, the entire structure rattled into life, and the car began clattering to the top of the hill. He spent too long staring at it; Whist regained his breath and swept a foot into the back of his knee, dropping him forward and allowing the skin-dyed boy to jump to the tracks a good six feet away, near the end of the course. Lancer followed with only a second to spare, as the train came roaring down the slope. He barely skipped a beat before chasing Whist up the incline to the loop-de-loop. He shot an energy bolt after him, but Whist flipped over it, and then used his reckless momentum to carry him up the loop and then swing around to stand on the top. The next few minutes were a blur of volleying attacks as Lancer sent his bolts at Whist and Whist retaliated with a succession of razor-disks that came frustratingly close to Lancer neck, but left only pointless nicks. Just as Lancer was drawing near enough to climb up to Whist, his prey instead came right to him, leaping down at Lancer, one heavy boot out in front. Lancer lifted his crossed arms in a guard, and Whist's foot landed right on center-point, where his opponent absorbed most of the energy, but still made him stumble back a step, and most importantly his lance clattered to the ground. Whist twisted his body and reversed his momentum, spinning around to throw another disk, which thudded into the track without causing so much as a scratch, and then Whist landed heavily a few feet ahead. Lancer chuckled and went to retrieve his lance, but found that he could not move. In disbelief he shot a glance at his foot, and found that Whist's weapon had landed firmly in his shoe, standing between his toes and sealing his boot to the track.

As he glared on, Whist kicked the lance off the edge of the track and then glanced up and over Lancer's shoulder, at where the car was fast approaching.

"You got about fifteen seconds you know…if you surrender first I'll help you out."

Lancer spat at him and began trying vainly to pull his foot free. Whist shrugged and turned away, but suddenly was jerked back, a fist clenched tight around his hair.

"We're not finished. If nothing else I'll take you out with me." Lancer growled.

"Oh really?"

A round blade slit a chunk of multi-colored hair from Whist's scalp, but in triumph Lancer saw that Whist would not have enough time to get away…but suddenly the dog was there, and with an immature gesture Whist and Blink were safe on the ground—just in time to watch the train collide with Lancer's form and send it flying off the roller coaster and into a far-off wall, where he lay crumpled and unconscious.

Whist patted Blink's head. "Good boy."