No, you look down at yourself and realize, it's that you've grown taller. Nor is that the only change. You're dressed bizarrely, wearing nothing but a cloak wrapped around your shoulders. It's some unrecognizable black material, and it stretches right to the ground. It looks like the sort of thing a traveller in a fantasy movie might wear to keep the rain off and blend in at night, but for some reason it feels perfectly at home on you. It's as if this is exactly what you should be wearing, almost like it's a part of you. Though you should feel the bite of winter so lightly dressed, the cold doesn't touch you. The cloak is warm as an embrace, intangible as nothing. A memory flashes through your mind of the cloth that woman made for you in the dream that seems not to have been a dream, and you realize the inky blackness of that cloth is the same as the color of this cloak. You realize then that you're smiling.

"So, you show your true colors," the beauty called Lancer observes laughingly. "Why give me the first blow? Who are you? Assassin, from your aspect?"

For all her cheer, the woman's barrage of questions proves her confusion. Obviously, even thinking you were a "Servant," she expected her attack to be a killing blow. Shijou, who's retreated behind her in the time you spent on the ground, seems hardly to be paying attention by contrast. She's holding the chunk of bloody scrap metal, staring at the thing with intense curiosity.

"Archer."

It comes out of your mouth before you think to answer, and as you say it you realize that it's true. You don't have a reason, but you can tell now that you are Archer, just as your enemy is Lancer, two beings of the same kind and different specialities, and that means that this is a very dangerous distance to be fighting at.

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"What of the rest, then? Why did you let me draw so close at all?

>[ ] To answer would be to give Lancer time for another attack. Use the time you have to put distance between you instead, and battle at a range more suitable for your class than hers. Launch yourself into the forest to your right; the school grounds give way to a greenbelt there, and knowing the terrain you can quickly gain distance.

>[ ] This moment, while she's expecting an answer in words, might be your only opportunity for an attack to take Lancer by surprise. Materialize the weapon of a Servant and strike at Lancer's throat while she's distracted. Finish her in one blow, before she finishes you.

>[ ] "I am a Servant without a Master." Show Lancer and her Master your empty hands, and that you mean them no harm. "Nor true name, nor clear understanding of how I came to be a Servant. I have no quarrel with you. Is it your way, knight, to strike down an unarmed and unresisting man?"

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