THE SONG OF ACHILLES MEME—
“–you’re bleeding, we need to get you some help”, she pleaded of him, and while her concern was appreciated, he was not worthy of it.
What’s more, it was not necessary, as even given the sheer force with which his assailant attacked, it had not breached his skin, drew no blood. He straightened once certain the threat had left them, his hand falling from his chest to reveal just so; nothing, not even a graze left in the wake of the beast’s strike. It would seem his armour was left intact after all. Saber then turned to her, and inclined his head, almost as if… ashamed.
❝ My apologies. It was not my intent to deceive you, but you need not worry. I am unharmed. ❞ It was only flesh, and he was a knight after all. He offered her a hand then, ❝ Are you hurt? ❞