Lancer had put all his focus into fighting the wind-- So when the winds of fate suddenly changed, he took Saber's shield to the face, full force. Blood and pointed, triangle teeth flew from his mouth as Lancer flew backwards, crashing straight through the bar's wall, shattering it.
Dust and debris were whipped into the air by Saber's continual wind, and for a second, it looked like Lancer would truly stay down.
But only for a second.
"Ha ha ha..." Lancer's laugh echoed through the bar. "Nice punch! That took a good few rows out of my smile. Looks like I need to get serious too."
Slowly, as Lancer stood, a horrible, gnashing, ripping sound emanated from his body-- His back began to warp and the skin and flesh began to tear open into a wide, gaping mouth-- The mouth of a hungry shark, its gullet leading into a pitch black void. Lancer slowly reached into the mouth between his shoulder blades, and with a sweep of his arm, pulled out a long bamboo spear, ending in a wooden paddle, lined with gleaming shark teeth.
"This is my leiomano. The teeth are all mine, of course." Lancer said proudly, brandishing the spear proudly, before swinging it experimentally, the wooden shaft flexing and springing like a living creature as he did. Finally, he pointed it squarely at Saber. Lancer grinned, his missing teeth already grown back.
With that, he lunged, thrusting his spear in a rapid flurry of jabs.
"URRRRAAAHHH!" Lancer cried, his blood pumping with excitement.