Lancer || Cu Chulainn

[The first thing the video showed was a view of the ceiling of a room in Cherrygrove City. But that only lasted a moment or two, as the Pokegear's owner soon picked it up and focused it on himself. Lancer looked as if he'd just walked in from the rainstorm outside, having just changed to civilian clothes and with his considerably long cobalt hair hanging loosely over one shoulder.]

[There was a smile on his face for a change; not an arrogant smirk, not a playfully mocking grin, but a genuine and sincere smile. Which was in itself a particularly rare event. He wasn't entirely happy about how things had played out, but he wouldn't argue with the end result.]

And you all thought I'd have trouble with him. You must not know me very well.

[And for those that knew just what Lancer had set out to do when last he sent a message to the network, they might have be surprised--there was hardly a single scratch on him. As if Gilgamesh hadn't even laid a hand on the other Servant.]

But we should probably get the hell out of town soon as this rain lets up. He's probably going to be out for my blood at any given second as long as we're here. ...As soon as he can actually walk, that is.

[A pause.]

Oh, yeah. Kid, if you're hearing this, I might have something you'll want to see.

[If you asked Lancer how he thought this day would start, 'swarms of annoying bugs' would not be high on the list.]

Olldóiteán, Liath Macha--!

[The two Pokemon at Lancer's side shot flames in the direction of the gathering Paras and Spinarak; they were small, yes, but the sheer number of them and the way they were acting was concerning.]

[If 'concerning' meant 'why the hell are bugs attacking me'.]

[Lancer twirled the fishing pole in his hand like he would his favored weapon before swinging it out to the side and hitting an unfortunately placed Yanma square in the face. Another flew at him from the side, only to be met with a fist square in the face.]

[...Quite a few of the smaller ones backed off after that little display combined with the HOLY SHIT FIRE his Pokemon were producing. So he had a moment or two before they'd regroup, great. Just great.]

If I find whoever pissed these stupid things off, I'll snap their neck--!

[Someone was not a morning person.]