[Suzerain of Sheol]

The Fisher King releases the Spear, feeling his point has been made. His regard remains fixed on his Master's back.

"That being the case," he drones, "How would you prefer to wage this war? As Lancer, my talents are best spent on the open battlefield, but I defer matters of strategy to you, my mistress. I remain ignorant as to the nature of your magics."