[X] Stand and keep fighting.
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that, but …." He yanks his spear out of your chest, an action you feel shouldn't be possible for some reason, and prepares for another thrust. You shut down your heart, lungs, and every other organ that hurts with the pain of iron needles. It's not good for you, but you can do it for a little while. Until you beat him. "Just hold still, and it'll all be over soon." His spear lances out, smoothly and so slowly, and your head lolls to the right so the blade simply slashes across your cheek. Your left hand darts up, as quickly as you can, to grasp his weapon, and your left wing coils around it as well, and Lancer stares in shock before his expression turns to one of disgust. He yanks back on his spear, tearing it out of your grip, but you surge forward anyway, Laevateinn swinging wildly at him. He leaps back to get out of your range, then advances cautiously against your charge, spear spinning and twirling to parry your relentless attacks. The blade licks out between blocks, further cutting open your chest and slashing against your cheek again, but you ignore the pointless wounds. Then the butt of the spear slams into your throat, caving in your throat and cutting off your air supply. You slow to a halt; you aren't using air right now, but if you forget to repair the damage now, it'll go even worse for you when you go back to normal.
He skips back again, and his spear points down, erupting with energy once again, and you do something normally unthinkable: you hurl Laevateinn at him. Forced to abort his attack to keep the wand from tearing open his throat, you're free to close in, but he twists lithely and a lashing kick shatters your rib cage. He goes on the offensive, spear lashing out to cut open your arms and legs, plunging into your stomach and chest until you dive away from him to regain your gift. You drift around him as he turns to watch you. Your most recent injuries mend somewhat, and you fade from visibility before darting back and then up. Lancer freezes, eyes closing as he tries to determine where you are by hearing, and you dive onto his back, left claw sinking into the flesh around his collarbone as Laevateinn arcs for his chest. Lancer doesn't seem to react until flames erupt around the two of you. You manage a moderate strike with your gift as your flesh sizzles, and a weak second hit, and you snap his collarbone as your left hand closes reflexively, but you have to throw yourself away from him, away from the fire as your eyes pop and the flames lick inside your ravaged torso. You roll around frantically on the soggy ground, moaning piteously, and your chest seizes up as the thorns make themselves known once more. You roll over, looking for Lancer; maybe you won't be able to do anything, but you want to see him as he finishes you. He isn't looking at you, though; his spear is pointing toward you, but his attention is focused in another direction, and you flop painfully until you see what he's looking at. Two figures, one much taller than the other, and both wearing red. It takes a moment for your memory to provide names - Tohsaka Rin and her Servant, Archer - and you wonder what they're doing here. They wouldn't help you; Saber and her Master might, but not these two, and maybe they finish some discussion you can't hear, but Lancer turns back around and walks carefully toward you.
His spear blurs to intercept a pair of icy javelins that speed toward him and he frowns past you. It's too much effort to move, and your chest hurts too much, anyway. You see a huge area of the park burst into flame, and Lancer flinches and covers his face but doesn't retreat. Then a series of green blurs sweep through the flames, and the fire explodes into a raging conflagration. A short, heavy figure lands in front of you, each arm glowing with red, yellow, and green lines. Lancer, looking only slightly singed, hurtles forward, but his spear glances off the armored figure in front of you, and a rocky spear leaps out of the ground to impale him, taking him far away before the angled pillar explodes, sending shards of rock and globs of liquid stone streaming over the park. Your rescuer turns toward you and crouches as much as it is able to; as huge, three-fingered gloves gently lift you from the ground, you finally realize that it's Ershin, but before you can thank it, your body finally gives out and you lose consciousness.
You half-wake on a soft table, or a hard bed, and your head rolls to the right. Your arms and legs are restrained, tightly but gently, and except for the pain in your chest, you aren't uncomfortable. Everything seems quite fuzzy, in fact … but you can see Patchouli and your sister looking at something on a nearby desk. Oddly, Patchouli seems to be more concerned; usually she doesn't care much for you. Whatever is causing the fuzziness is affecting your hearing, too, because you can't tell what they're talking about. But they see you stirring and come over. Remilia smiles gently and strokes your cheek.
"Don't worry, Flandre. I know it hurts, but we're working on something right now. Why don't you go back to sleep?" You nod and smile back. Whatever that spear did, it must have used some powerful magic to harm you so much.
"Okay, Remilia. I'll be good." You yawn deeply, but before your eyes close you see Patchouli glaring fiercely at your sister. But then you return to the comforting peace of sleep.
Your eyes blink away the dream and you sit up on the sleeping mat, shedding blankets as you wake fully. You start to take a deep breath, but your chest hitches and you clasp your hands tightly. Right, it was just a dream …. But your heart is beating, your lungs let you breathe, everything seems to work, but the pain is still there. You take another deep breath, and this one is uninterrupted now that you know the pain is still there. You stretch, wondering how long it's been - your skin isn't tender, but it's not quite night yet. Your dress … you can't find your dress, the one that Lancer ruined, but there's a white sundress folded next to you. You think about your fight with the spear-wielding Servant.
You underestimated him. Caster wasn't able to tell you much about him, but you should have been warier. Berserker fights like you, but he fights more cleverly, and he's much quicker than you with his weapon. And he's a mage, and his spear isn't just a heartseeker …. Yes, you underestimated him, but you also didn't use any of your other tricks. Next time - if there is a next time - you'll be prepared. You take out Laevateinn and study it, then hug it too you. In spite of yourself, a smile stretches across your face. He beat you, and you deserved it, but it was a good fight. And if his spear does disappear when he dies … well, you'll have to hope he's still alive. Considering what it did, Remilia should definitely find it interesting. You put your gift away and glance at the dress. Maybe you should see Caster and Deis?
What do you do?
[ ] Stay in bed and read your books.
[ ] Go see Caster and Deis.
- [ ] Talk about Lancer.
- [ ] Ask if there have been any developments among the other Servants.
- [ ] Ask Deis if she can help you make bomb-type spell cards.
- [ ] Ask Caster if she can help you make bomb-type spell cards.
- [ ] Ask for help raiding a hospital's blood supply.
[ ] Go out.
- [ ] See if Illyasviel is home.
- [ ] Investigate the Tohsaka residence.
- [ ] Investigate the church.
- [ ] Try to find Lancer.
[ ] Other?
DM Note: It is now Wednesday evening.
Even you should know the curse of this lance. This is the 'lance of cause and effect', that reverses the cause and the effect. The one cursed by this thing cannot change their fate unless they have great luck.
Even you should know the curse of this lance. This is the 'lance of cause and effect', that reverses the cause and the effect. The one cursed by this thing cannot change their fate unless they have great luck.