Grail-kun was getting irritated. Solution? Vomit up some knives at these irreverent Servants.
A slime-coated knife landed squarely between Caster and Rider, just barely missing lopping off several of Rider's fingers. "There's evil here! Tell the Master where it is so we can go back to being friends."
With far too much grumbling for Grail-kun's liking, the ten remaining Servants resumed casting suspicious glances at one another. Reminded of their task, they quickly pounced on one Servant with quite a unique hair color. Lancer, backed into a corner, whipped out two chains, twirling them through the descending mist with only a tinge of desperation.
"Master! You think you can defeat our evil?" Enkidu snapped the chain in their left hand at Master's ankles, only just missing. "You think one such as yourself can face me at the Throne of Heroes and burn me? I fought Gilgamesh to a standstill. You are no god to leave me crawling in the mud." Their right chain lashed out, and the Master caught the end around an outstretched arm with a wince of pain.
"I don't bring water to dissolve you. I'll take you apart one bolt of magic at a time if that's what it takes." With the unencumbered arm, the Master sent magic searing through the air, where it pounded into Enkidu's chest. Enkidu staggered, momentarily winded. Another bolt slammed into Enkidu's left hip, spinning them around and tugging the Master off-balance as well with the chain still connecting them.
"I was ready for evil to triumph! How are you doing this?" Enkidu's rage was cut off abruptly with a third bolt to their neck, and the chains began to dissolve mid-air. Both arms finally freed, the Master bent double, spent from such a magical effort. The shimmering enveloped Enkidu, and their divinely beautiful features blurred into nothingness.
Five golden cubes remained, but no one was inclined to claim the prize this time.
Thwap, thunk
A slime-coated knife landed squarely between Caster and Rider, just barely missing lopping off several of Rider's fingers. "There's evil here! Tell the Master where it is so we can go back to being friends."
With far too much grumbling for Grail-kun's liking, the ten remaining Servants resumed casting suspicious glances at one another. Reminded of their task, they quickly pounced on one Servant with quite a unique hair color. Lancer, backed into a corner, whipped out two chains, twirling them through the descending mist with only a tinge of desperation.
"Master! You think you can defeat our evil?" Enkidu snapped the chain in their left hand at Master's ankles, only just missing. "You think one such as yourself can face me at the Throne of Heroes and burn me? I fought Gilgamesh to a standstill. You are no god to leave me crawling in the mud." Their right chain lashed out, and the Master caught the end around an outstretched arm with a wince of pain.
"I don't bring water to dissolve you. I'll take you apart one bolt of magic at a time if that's what it takes." With the unencumbered arm, the Master sent magic searing through the air, where it pounded into Enkidu's chest. Enkidu staggered, momentarily winded. Another bolt slammed into Enkidu's left hip, spinning them around and tugging the Master off-balance as well with the chain still connecting them.
"I was ready for evil to triumph! How are you doing this?" Enkidu's rage was cut off abruptly with a third bolt to their neck, and the chains began to dissolve mid-air. Both arms finally freed, the Master bent double, spent from such a magical effort. The shimmering enveloped Enkidu, and their divinely beautiful features blurred into nothingness.
Five golden cubes remained, but no one was inclined to claim the prize this time.
