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[Akutagawa frowns seeing how Lancer's able to pull away from his fabric by using his spear. That's going to be annoying. He tries to figure out a way to separate the spear from its owner. While the man beckons him to follow, Akutagawa does, but he desires to keep the distance they have. He's a mid-range fighter, so having his opponent far from him is more advantageous to his ability.]

If you insist...

[ Akutagawa steps forward, walking slowly as he summons more black tendrils from his coat. They slither outwards toward Lancer. This time the fabric sharpens and resembles something close to blades, each one swipes at the man, trying to inflict him with a wound.]