[Lancer didn't bat an eyelash as Grainne stepped forward. He's used to strong women, ones who are better versed in the arts of combat than most average men. When she tosses her weapon aside for a moment, the implication is likewise clear. Persona. The common power between all who were spirited away to Prospero.
...
Oh.
Oh. That.
That was a familiar face.
And then a mix of PTSD and fond memories hit Lancer like a truck!
Still, in the end and even as a persona, Scathach was his teacher, and close to his heart even if she'd probably kick his ass from here to Dublin then around the world a few times for good measure. Besides, this was no time to be lost in the past -- even if the shadows were individually pathetic, the sheer number of them made them dangerous.]
[Still. What the hell can he say after seeing something like that?]
breakin' order just 'cuz reaction, or are we even going with a strict order? :V
...
Oh.
Oh. That.
That was a familiar face.
And then a mix of PTSD and fond memories hit Lancer like a truck!
Still, in the end and even as a persona, Scathach was his teacher, and close to his heart
even if she'd probably kick his ass from here to Dublin then around the world a few times for good measure. Besides, this was no time to be lost in the past -- even if the shadows were individually pathetic, the sheer number of them made them dangerous.][Still. What the hell can he say after seeing something like that?]
...Uh, thanks.
[ so...... smooooooooth...!!! ]