[ Lancer's actions didn't go unnoticed. With her eyes trained naturally, she catches him out of the peripheral vision as she leaps and flings her body closer and closer to where she needs to be. It was a race now.
That boy will have to wait. Her hero surely could fight off a little boy, but with Lancer added to the mix? No, it was too dangerous. Risks are an everyday part of this lifestyle: spilled blood was only the beginning. There always was the opportunity of killing the wrong person and even if they were right, upsetting the wrong person who may just be an ally could be a fatal mistake.
There was never any resolution with death.
No, there was only the hope that killing the right person would prolong the amount of hatred the world accumulated. Or in Maiya's case, defending and following the right person would lead to a world where there was no death.
A world where people like her would have no place.
It's strange for her to be so engrossed in a future that she would have no place in, but instead of thinking of herself, she can only be passionate that it would be a good home for future generations. For an unspoken child who's features she cannot recall or for this son of Kiritsugu's he was so taken with.
There's no room for people like her or Lancer in this world.
That's why she changes the direction and the pace she runs at. Now she's not actively seeking to save Kiritsugu, she's pursuing Lancer. Another leap down onto a fire escape stairwell along the side of a building and BAM! She lands right in front of Lancer's path. With a bent knee, she reaches up along the inside of her pants to withdraw a thick combat knife.
Even without the use of magecraft, Maiya's precision and strength made this a deadlier weapon than a gun in her hands. Without wasting time, she sprints straight towards Lancer, the knife following up from the ground up with the intent of striking at his leg. ]
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That boy will have to wait. Her hero surely could fight off a little boy, but with Lancer added to the mix? No, it was too dangerous. Risks are an everyday part of this lifestyle: spilled blood was only the beginning. There always was the opportunity of killing the wrong person and even if they were right, upsetting the wrong person who may just be an ally could be a fatal mistake.
There was never any resolution with death.
No, there was only the hope that killing the right person would prolong the amount of hatred the world accumulated. Or in Maiya's case, defending and following the right person would lead to a world where there was no death.
A world where people like her would have no place.
It's strange for her to be so engrossed in a future that she would have no place in, but instead of thinking of herself, she can only be passionate that it would be a good home for future generations. For an unspoken child who's features she cannot recall or for this son of Kiritsugu's he was so taken with.
There's no room for people like her or Lancer in this world.
That's why she changes the direction and the pace she runs at. Now she's not actively seeking to save Kiritsugu, she's pursuing Lancer. Another leap down onto a fire escape stairwell along the side of a building and BAM! She lands right in front of Lancer's path. With a bent knee, she reaches up along the inside of her pants to withdraw a thick combat knife.
Even without the use of magecraft, Maiya's precision and strength made this a deadlier weapon than a gun in her hands. Without wasting time, she sprints straight towards Lancer, the knife following up from the ground up with the intent of striking at his leg. ]