Lobos
The Big Bad Wolf
Archer lashed both guns across before him, bracing not only with his own might but reinforced with mana. Still the impact tossed him from the roof, the man throwing him into a sharp twist to meet the ground feet first. The moment his feet touched earth, he loosed the power he'd used to brace, racing for the border of this territory.
Beyond the edge, the transition back to the alley he'd left was jarring. He leaned heavily against the opposite wall, letting his pounding heart slow, working to calm himself.
That had gone badly. He'd unleashed one single unveiling of his Noble Phantasm and the supply from his master felt like a thin trickle. His own reserves were concerning, and after a thought, he entered spiritual form after tossing the USB from his pocket into a trash can. He needed to address this man calling himself his Master.
Archer was not pleased.
Beyond the edge, the transition back to the alley he'd left was jarring. He leaned heavily against the opposite wall, letting his pounding heart slow, working to calm himself.
That had gone badly. He'd unleashed one single unveiling of his Noble Phantasm and the supply from his master felt like a thin trickle. His own reserves were concerning, and after a thought, he entered spiritual form after tossing the USB from his pocket into a trash can. He needed to address this man calling himself his Master.
Archer was not pleased.