The Prince Of Magic

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His musings came to an abrupt halt when the quiet humming sounds of an engine entered his ears, making him glance to the far off distance where he heard the noise came from.

With the intruders in sight, Dia sighed and walked to the center of the platform with his two clothed spears at his sides.

He stood and waited by the space where a wide helipad was located, eyes closed and a serene expression on his face even as many loud footsteps padded against the black cemented ground.

Even as he sensed a group of people stop and positioned themselves a few feet away from him, Dia remained still and silent as a statue.

Until…

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

When he heard a round of clicks, Dia slowly opened his eyes and stared at the sight before him.

A group of people stood in front of him, with their black military-like attires and firearms aimed at him. Some were kneeling on the floor to better their accuracy, but most were standing up.

Their heads were covered by black helmets that made it difficult for him to discern their faces with his sight alone, but that was fine with Dia as there was something else he considered important.

And that was to give them the option to surrender.

Even though they were his enemies, Dia felt that he should at least be courteous enough to provide them the chance to avoid fighting. As a knight, his pride demanded that he do so.

From the corner of his mind though, he can already imagine the groans and irritated of some of his fellow retainers' would be wearing on their faces should they happen to discover what he was about to do.

While some of his allies might be understanding to his feelings, there are some who does not since they were not knights nor had valiant characteristics to share such sentiments with him.

(In some parts of the world, several servants who are contracted with Hadrian sneezed at the same time,)

Unperturbed by the fifteen green laser sights aimed at him, Dia took a step forward and spoke in a loud, clear voice.

"Greetings, my name is Lancer and I shall be your foe today." He introduced himself confidently, mindful to use his class name instead of his real one. "You are all in violation of trespassing on private property, and thus, must be punished accordingly. But, I shall give you the option to leave this place, safely and with your life. If you choose to do so, I will not give chase. If you do not, I –"

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

Loud gunshots interrupted his speech, causing Dia to blink as he felt a few bullets pelt against the surface of his reinforced suit.

'Suppose that is a no then…' Dia frowned.

When the intruders noticed that he was unharmed and began to aim all of their weapons at him, Dia narrowed his eyes into a solemn glare and readied himself for combat.

With an experienced hand, he twirled the red spear in his right and dashed through the rainstorm of bullets. He used his great speed to run and twirled the spears in both of his hands to protect his body from being filled with holes and lead, moving the two spears into a blur so that no stray bullet can pass through the momentum.

Once he got close enough to the group, Dia attacked with the long red spear into a wide arc, hitting some of his enemies by their c.h.e.s.ts in the process.

Next, he leaned his head to the side, just in time to avoid a bullet that went passed his cheek.

He looked over his shoulder and then turned his body around, thrusting his left arm and he was rewarded with a shout of pain as another enemy got impaled with his spear through the gut.

He pulled the spear from the dead body and dashed to his far right, avoiding the spray of bullets and two hand grenades that exploded a few seconds after he made his escape.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

The platform shook as the explosion went off, but it remained sturdy and unmarred even as Dia went on the attack.

Dia chose a hit-and-dash strategy, using their numbers to his advantage to cause some friendly fire in their midst.

The knight of the love spot was quick and strong, as a servant of his caliber ought to be, but his enemies' quick thinking and their seamless cooperation was giving him a difficult time to end the battle as quickly as he had originally intended to.

Also, as he glanced over his shoulder every now and then, he began to notice that the ones he injured seemed to be getting up and rejoining the battle.

His enemies were also quick. They might not be at his level, but it was enough for him to notice the difference, further increasing his belief that his foes are truly no ordinary humans.

Such a thing should not be possible, unless something else was at work.

After hearing what happened to Scáthach and Rider, Dia realized that the intruders he was fighting off might not be the ordinary humans he had first thought of.

'Milord will need to hear about this…'

With a grunt, Dia kicked a guy away after he made quick work of him.

He was about to turn around and attack the one intruder near him when he saw the wounds he inflicted on the guy healed almost instantly before he slowly got up to his feet with the assault rifle in his hands. The cut on the cloth of his top was still there, but the large open wound was closed, as if it was never even there.

Dia was surprised for a moment, but shook it off as his current predicament demanded his focus.

He would have time to think on it later, but for now, he must concentrate on the battle and his remain true to his objective.

As he continued to lay waste on his enemies left and right with his skill alone, Dia didn't noticed a small group clad in black slipped by to the side and entered the building behind him.

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