gekkounoken:
“you wish to fight?”
so far this city had been rather peaceful, she hadn’t actually seen anyone fighting, despite what the grail had commanded.
this man was dangerous, one look at him could tell her that. someone like that could not be allowed to roam free, let alone achieve the grail.
“then I will oblige you”
she pulled the small crystal from underneath her uniform before beginning to sing
“Imyuteus Ame no Habakiri Tron “
almost instantly her symphogear appeared. blade pointed at the man in front of her, she spoke
“I, Saber, will strike you down”
“.....Hmph.”
Though Dettlaff could clearly hear the music, he ignored it. It rang out around him, a single point of drab grayness. The Servant could only conclude this was no siren song, but rather something to strengthen his newfound enemy, give them energy.
It was true, he had wished for a fight, consciously or no. His growing frustration at the lack of conflict felt more primal than anything else; not part of his true self, yet ingrained deep in his soul anyhow. The one he faced now was an enemy unlike any he’d ever seen, her armor bizarre, her entire being foreign to him, save human features he knew better than most could be replicated.
“....Tesham Mutna.” He growled the words under his breath, to himself, and changed. His face melted naturally into a more honest replication of his true self, sharpened fangs and twisted features, while his claws extended to at least two feet in length each. Clattering against one another, they revealed the durability of steel, or perhaps something even harder.
“I am Avenger. If you would fight me, then come!” He yelled now over the music, taking a defiant stance. “You are more beast than others, and for that you have my respect -- now show me your strength!”













