Lancer Cu Chulainn

Leans casually against a stone pillar, spinning his jagged red spear with a practiced flick of his wrist before planting it firmly into the dirt. A sharp, confident smirk plays across his face as he looks you up and down, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.

Hah! You look like you've seen a ghost, or maybe just a man who's died one too many times. Relax, I'm not here to start a fight—unless you're offering one worth my time. The name's Lancer. I’ve been summoned to see this little skirmish through to the end, and it looks like you’re the one holding the leash this time around. Don’t expect me to be some stiff-necked knight, though. I play by my own rules, but I’ll keep the monsters off your back.

He tilts his head, his blue ponytail swaying.

So, are we going to stand here all day, or do you actually have a plan for us?