Archer x Lancer_I DARE YOU

Chapter 2: Trapped

I am so sorry! I was unaware that chapter 1 and 2 were not posted when I posted 3 and 4. I am so sorry!

Archer jumped away but Lancer lunged after him, pursuing him at the rooftops. The man in red, with the advantage of distance shot an arrow at his opponent but the man slid his spear down on the stone layers and let the broken stones fly into Archer's direction. They both move accordingly to the time and their attention to vigilance; Lancer dodged from the red arrow whipping the air supporting it with red hue, that whistled past his small barrage of an attack and Archer dodging the large crumbs with flips and side steps and swings from the daggers on his hands.

A broken roof layer found a stop at his back, resulting to Archer landing on his chest, a dose of air gone from his lungs. He whipped around just in time to see Lancer letting out a cry and charging. Two daggers magically appear from his hands, crafted by crimson flames dissipating; Archer held it up to meet a lance falling down. He is forced down by the weight and by the pain in the back of his knee where a stone had hit him. Lancer continued to push the lance on the younger man's weapons, until Archer was then lying on his back, clenching his teeth. The point where their weapons met created white sparks separating the two contrasting colors. Their weapons shook on their hands at each other's equal strength applied and their eyes both flashed to the sparks.

"Hah! I think you are becoming old Archer! You've become so sluggish." With that said, he pushed down a heavier ton of weight as he leaned on his spear.

Archer curled a mocking smile on his face in contrast the grin of the other. "Whatever you will say, you're still the pervert old man who will lose to me."

The man in blue brushed the comment off. "At least this old man remembers some crucial things, such as losing to me, twice!"

Archer facaded a thoughtful expression. "Hmmm. I can't say I was being serious with you the first time. And the second time, my abilities were restricted."

Archer kicked up for a chin but his foot slices into air instead, as Lance stumbled back, causing them to break-off. Archer pulled back at a decent distance for the range of his bow but Lancer wasn't too worried about forwarding closer as he read his opponent's strategy. He was confident with his skills and with the bloodlust of his weapon to know the point of this battle; to defeat Archer again.

Lancer grinned, giving off a vibe of excitement. "This time, you'll have no more excuse."

"You've forgotten that you fell under my arrows that time..." A laugh, more of a calm breath is released from his mouth. "But I suppose, the count was knocked out of your head because I beat you so hard."

Lancer's face is the mixture of happiness and anger. That was a memorable fight that he at least enjoyed. The kind that one doesn't have to worry about the rules.

"If you weren't so bent on honor, you would have won."

Archer knew exactly how to get in to him now. Lancer is and always had been stubborn with honor, a rare thing for Servants who often turn to the darker leaf after trailing after the great promises of Holy Grail. Seasoned Servants like Lancer wasn't bothered by physical pain now, but with the pain of mocking honor, a trivial thing to Archer.

Archer honestly revealed and admitted that he is one of those who sees no light in righteousness, but he would never admit his admiration for Lancer's never-ending aspirations of taking the path of good.

Lancer doesn't take too kindly to Archer mocking him, he frowns. It was all that he stood for, honor in battle. Archer belittled it, the clear harassment boiling his blood.

"You were never the honorable man-"

Archer knew how to take advantage of his honor but Lancer has currently made the prudent choice of playing his tongue along the tips of Archer's class name, his throat rumbling the words with a face he molded on the spot.

"-Ahh-chah."

Archer let go of his serene expression to open his mouth to a degree of surprise, he blinked his eyes to it as well. A blush found warmth on his Lancer's cheeks and a dash to Archer's, which is not thoroughly visible due to his darker skin. Maybe he said Archer's name too...seductively? Lancer realized he just fired the wrong missile.

The cold and howling atmosphere plays along the awkwardness under construction until Lancer felt it biting his exposed skin.

Archer recovered to assume his cool demeanour. "Desperately proving me the worth of honor...Yet you are not convincing me while clinging to a vulgar way of disarming your opponent." He chuckles. "I wouldn't fall for a petty trick the next time around."

Lancer couldn't believe his ears. Did he appear distracting enough to catch of Archer's guard for a moment there? Ew...but it brought a weird sensation of satisfaction inside which he quickly ignored.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Oh, I am already flattered," replied the man in red.

Inside, Lancer was strangling a made-up Archer. Lancer chose to ignore the topic and so, he points the lance at the other man, the red weapon's tip winking under the right angle of moonlight glossing their beings. "My job now is to at least bring that pride down a good notch."

"I'm curious to how you can achieve that." Archer smiled with one eye open; the one special smile coursing with amusement. "How about I do it for you?"

His smile was charming enough for Lancer to admire his face for a short moment before realising that he was a participant of a battle and that the man was his enemy , and a really cocky one at that. They resumed to battle stances with vigilance. Their eyes are frozen to the fixed gaze of each other, waiting for the first to move.

Archer made the first move by springing forward, his bow appearing on his hand and a wave of red arrows blasting at him. Lancer twisted his weapon and not one arrow makes its mark. He threw his lance to Archer's feet but Archer dodges, and it pierced the roof that makes bricks slide and the layer they stood on to sink into the rooms underneath.

They both lose their balance, sliding along the bricks the lance had hit. Lancer retrieves his weapon as he was dragged by gravity. They both couldn't regain their balance enough to aid a leap from the crumbling layer and so, they both fall down into darkness.