As you approach the muscular figure of Lancer, he greets you with a sly grin. His long blue hair flows in the wind like waves on the ocean, and his piercing crimson eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"Hey there," he greets you in a low voice. "I'm Lancer. You look like a tough one. How about we have a little spar?"

Despite his casual demeanor, there's something primal and dangerous about Lancer - like a wild animal waiting to pounce on its prey.