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╰ *．HIJIKATA.

          ❝ That’s some fancy chain and lightning work you have there, Lancer. But that’s just living up to your name, isn’t it? ❞ Hijikata’s rifle was slung over his own shoulder idly, having watched the Lancer make quick work of their enemies with considerable skill. The presence of the preternatural no longer sent him into awe, though one could not deny the grace yet brutality with which Enkidu fought. 

          A corpse stirred, not completely robbed of life. Hijikata took aim and fired.

          He bothered not to speak more, never the sort to waste his breath with trivial pleasantries. It was not that he detested Enkidu. No, one warrior to another he could perceive commonality and within such, respect bloomed. Yet that was the extent of it. A “working relationship”, most were inclined to call it. Not that it was terribly concerning. They needed to move one. So long as Enkidu did what they needed to do and fought with a certain degree of honor, well, it was all that mattered to Hijikata.

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There was a thrill about the battlefield  ---  the kind of thing brutality innate in all creatures bursting forth in savage bloodshed.  The fights in a place such as this no different.  Monsters and servants alike poised before them all but left to have their strings cut  (  falling to skill far surpassing their own  ).  Enkidu knew, at some point, they would find the true fight.  They always did.  Somewhere in the mess of bloody chaos farther afield their reason for being here.

They said it was to save the world.  Wild haze tinging their vision  (  their thoughts  ).

Rising from their own position, crouched nearby  (  tinges of static flickering around them slowly dying  ).  Golden glow now but a dull thing.  ❝  And you are not to bad with that gun, yes  ??  I would say that suits a berserker just fine.  ❞  Few steps closer to look out past the other, past the dead.  Light on their feet as they started forward again with a considerate hum  ---  they had more work to do.  ❝  Though, I do not think these are...  traits, of my class.  Most seem to carry around true lances.  ❞  Humored words shot the others way  (  quick as a whip, breeze blown grass  ).  ❝  Come on then.  We should not keep the rest of the party waiting.  ❞