My name doesn't really matter, but Lancelot belongs to someone else. [ He sorta knows the Knight of the Round Table personally. Sorta, because Lancelot is a Berserker and doesn't really have the capacity to hold a proper conversation or even have a friendly spar. They did fight off Lancelot back in Orleans though.
But really, it doesn't matter. What does matter is when Peacock attacks the dragon's belly, the giant creature's reaction is entirely as expected: A great rearing of its limbs, bucking and crashing in search of its assailant, perfectly ready to flatten whatever managed to hurt it so. It is at this moment that Kojirou feels immensely lucky his chain is still attached to the lizard's horn, because he definitely has to hang on for dear life.
He doesn't want to be thrown to the ground, not like this, anyway. ]
How very reckless. [ Excuse him as he keeps holding on for a while. He doesn't need a clean stance to strike with, but he would at least prefer something a little less volatile. ]
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But really, it doesn't matter. What does matter is when Peacock attacks the dragon's belly, the giant creature's reaction is entirely as expected: A great rearing of its limbs, bucking and crashing in search of its assailant, perfectly ready to flatten whatever managed to hurt it so. It is at this moment that Kojirou feels immensely lucky his chain is still attached to the lizard's horn, because he definitely has to hang on for dear life.
He doesn't want to be thrown to the ground, not like this, anyway. ]
How very reckless. [ Excuse him as he keeps holding on for a while. He doesn't need a clean stance to strike with, but he would at least prefer something a little less volatile. ]