#vasavis

[pessimisticobserver]

“Oh? If it isn’t Launcher again. What a happy coincidence.”

     He doesn’t sound happy at all, however-- but it’s not as if he’s particularly annoyed to see the white-haired man again. This Servant was, after all, actually rather decent.

But to say he had interacted with Karna back in the Moon Cell would be a lie. They had hardly ever spoken-- or if they had, he’s already forgotten. But this man was a quiet one to begin with, wasn’t he? And they had no reason to really talk to one another, anyways.

So you could say that this was their true first meeting.

“Before you respond-- of course it isn’t happy, I was being sarcastic.”

“There’s nothing happy about being in this place again. I feel as though this sort of clarification is necessary with you, however. You’re welcome.”

@vasavis

[castilium]

Like it’s the end of the world

From the sheer scale of the monstrosity which rampaged, Shielder felt it necessary to attack from a new angle and wrangled a ride to Olympia. Upon which she stood in opposition much higher than any others combating the horrific sextuplets.

She’d practiced the move only once before, and at such a long time ago by this point. Slamming the shield’s base into the concrete, she fired herself forward like the bullet of a gun, racing through the air to penetrate and execute the enemy.

Long before she could even make contact with the hostile, lasers were firing off from its enormous form. Only by raising Lord Camelot’s impenetrable defences were they not vaporized.

But the saving grace had knocked her off course and she was ricocheting towards the city. More mana she pooled into the shield’s strength and prayed on the durability of a Servant’s body.

Her eyes had been closed and braced for impact when her body smashed into a block of flats. And when she stirred, it had fallen onto the ground, from where she recognized one of the two on the other side of the shrubbery.

So dazed, she wouldn’t even attempt to get onto her feet just yet. “Lancer-san...? Where approximately is this?”

@vasavis → @formidablemudball → @madshiro ↪ @castilium​

[lancerofclay]

Broken weapons littered the ground, but the beast had yet to flinch. The drones were dead, that was true, but the monster itself seemed all but invincible.

This was not the first time that Enkidu had fought an ‘invincible’ opponent, but they’d never faced one alone. Gilgamesh was somewhere out there, but given the result of their last joint battle, they thought it best to skip him for now.

They kept one hand pressed to the ground, and the other out ahead to create shields against incoming attacks. With a third, newly twisted from the clay of their robes, they plucked their phone from their pocket. It took almost a full minute for them to find their contacts. Another minute to remember how to scroll. Half a second to notice that there were no pictures to identify their countless contacts, and less than that to toss the phone aside.

Those two were nearby. Two pillars of immeasurable strength. Hah- to think their friends were so powerful! Could that be considered a personal skill?

Two threads of clay spun from their hair and stretched out behind them, each with a different destination. One for the Berserker clad in gold, and one for the Lancer cloaked in sunlight. Each strand twisted and turned around buildings and trees, pulling additional clay from the ground as needed. When they reached their targets, they wrapped around their wrists and gave a gentle tug. 

@vasavis >> @berserkerofgold