[ One of Arenvald’s dearest friends, dear to the point that he considered her an adoptive sister, was a skilled lancer. The two of them would spar often, so there is a part of him now that is glad that a Lancer challenges him now. Even without his Echo providing him brief glimpses into the future that make his reflexes almost supernaturally fast, he knows how to handle an opponent with a polearm.
Instead of meeting the blow head-on, he skirts to one side, allowing the attack to glance off his shield and to the side. At the same time, he hefts his sword in a reverse grip, driving it towards the Servant’s torso with the momentum of his spin.
It all happens in slow motion for Arenvald, focused as he is on the battle, but to the naked eye, a fight between Servants is a lightning fast shower of sparks and flying debris as weapons exchange blows and supernatural entities leap from place to place. True enough, the fight drives him away from Haru, and seizes his full attention. ]
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Instead of meeting the blow head-on, he skirts to one side, allowing the attack to glance off his shield and to the side. At the same time, he hefts his sword in a reverse grip, driving it towards the Servant’s torso with the momentum of his spin.
It all happens in slow motion for Arenvald, focused as he is on the battle, but to the naked eye, a fight between Servants is a lightning fast shower of sparks and flying debris as weapons exchange blows and supernatural entities leap from place to place. True enough, the fight drives him away from Haru, and seizes his full attention. ]