Astolfo, we hardly knew ye

Lancer is the first to act, and although Astolfo looks like a girl through and through, he doesn't pull his punches. The clashing of metal upon metal ring out through the cold air of the night. The pair of servants seem evenly matched as they both wield a type of lance. None has advantage of range nor mobility, though it appears Lancer is much more comfortable in his weapon.

"Come on Astolfo, you can do it!" Illya cheers as the fight continues. It looks to be as close to a stalemate as possible, with neither side offering any quarter to their opponent. "We're just going to have a war of attrition this way, try something else!" Illya shouts. Lancer is having none of that and doesn't let up on his relentless ****. He's the better Lancer and if anything else he'll call upon Gae Bolg to finish Astolfo once and for all.

Bit lancer doesn't see the need to do that just yet. He's clearly the better Lancer as he begins to pick apart Astolfo's defences. Her larger lance, unwieldy, slower than lancer himself. The pair break apart. "You're good, little lady, but do you think you can spar lances with a servant of the Lancer class?

Astolfo adjusts her pink hair. "Naturally! None can stand up against I, the great Astolfo!" "I admire your confidence, little lady, but let's see how you handle this!" Lancer chucks a stone that he performed his runecraft on towards Astolfo. It explodes in a boom with smoke billowing from the impact.

Lancer grins as he looks at the carnage and stands his weapon up on end. "That's what I thought." Suddenly, Astolfo:s lance emerges from the smoke and strikes his legs. "Trap of Argalia!" Astolfo shouts as she emerges from the smoke plumage. As Astolfo's lance strikes, Lancer's legs return to spiritual form and are temporarily rendered as impossible to take form as flesh and blood, a "bad status" of "falling".

Lancer crumbles to the ground, unable to move, gripping his lance to support his upper body. "Nice trick. Let's see how you like this one.. " Before Illya can blink, Lancer's readied his weapon. "GAE BOLG!" Lancer calls the name of his noble phantasm. Astolfo's fate is set as the cursed spear pierces Astolfo's heart.