Lacking a proper sense of Gravitas

“Look, could we just TALK this out before we go around again in yet another demented Pokemon battle here with you guys?!” Fred Takahashi, interrupts, before anything ELSE can derail things yet again.

”What’s a Pokemon battle?” the stoic purpled haired woman who’d been attending to her winged horse after being given hasty leave by her newest “Master”, the white haired (and winged) girl named “Lilith” if she’d heard correctly in that mad scramble of a battle with Servant Bezerker.

Why? Just what had she’d done to the gods to warrant having her freedom wrenched from her hands and her Servant status (and loyalty) given to the proper magus shed been summoned by, instead of that lecherous failure of a teen, Shinji Matou?! The fool had ordered her, through that damnable Book which hijacked her away from her summoner, to defeat her opponents without specifying just HOW to accomplish it.

One pass with her magic steed, Pegasus, while invoking her Noble Phantasim would NOT only had destroyed Servant Saber, that blonde warrior woman along with that Red haired magus goy, but also that annoying Matou boy as well. What with her noble steed’s attack being an “anti-army” phantasim, it would have not only killed her opponents, but cause the very skyscraper to collapse on the Matou boy as well, killing him!

….

Well, that is if she got off her attack before Servant Saber got off her magic attack with . . .Excalibur, that is, something that Servant Ride had a sneaking suspicion would have been very much in the air if these interlopers had not interrupted things.

IN her hear of hearts, she knew that Saber had won the draw and would/should have destroyed her with her magical sword’s beam attack--which looked to have been strong enough to be able to destroy fortifications like say . . .a castle or other hardened targets and a match to HER attack—easily. She had been too slow with her attack. Her precious Pegasus had been too slow, she would have admitted to herself if her pride hadn’t been in the way.

Still, pride or not she had known she had been facing something that could have easily destroyed her and her Pegasus . . .if she hadn’t instead swerved off out of the Interloper’s sudden appearance right before they’d yelpled in surprise and managed (somehow!) to erect hasty mystic barriers (of some kind) that had been strong enough to TANK Saber’s Excalibur attack!!

. . .

No, too strong right now to needlessly antagonize but a cautious wait and see was called for here

”You’re calling the Holy Grail War a Pokemon video game battle?” the dark haired young woman and magus sputters, seeming to wave away at something off to her side as if showing an annoying bug (much to her dematerialized Servant’s annoyance at being ignored), clearly taken aback at the absurdity of such a statement which failed to show proper . . .gravitas towards the mystical death match between the seven Servants/Heroic Spirits and their Magus/Masters who’d summoned them. “What kind of Heroic Spirits ARE you?!”

If not for the fact the Grail War was an actual war with bloodshed and all that went with warfare (albeit conducted in secret least the non-magical people of the city become involved), surely the prize awarded to the survivors should have been enough for a less . . . insulting comparison. After all, where ELSE would one get access to a mystical wish granting device which could/would grant any ONE wish the survivors asked of it, as well as granting a magus access to the Root (a place outside normal space/time where all knowledge from past/present/future was stored as well as vast magical power)?! Access to the Root? The Mecca for each and every last Magus worthy of being called a Magus?

Not like you’d find such things at the corner drug store, right?!

Medea

…

Actually, that is not a half bad suggestion that Fred Takahashi just suggested there, really. I actually was going to heap a few more well deserved insults upon this red headed dunderhead for having DARED insulted my friends (my Goddess sent saviors) who I owe everything!), but maybe . . .I was looking at it wrong?

We did rather appear in their midst damn suddenly and gave them little to no warning before everything went rather “pear shaped” in as far as what had been planned for, originally.

…

Do rather like that rather mild term that Rei used to describe a plan that has gone to Hades, so understated but so telling!

”All will be revealed after we talk some sense into our would be executioner over next to the homoculus and her twin sister,” I say in a tone that broached no argument (and promised a lot of misery for the girl if she should dare try her luck with us further). “Since I do believe that it would be much wiser to have the one who somehow has bespelled Herkules into her bidding to stand down before he tracks us all down and attacks again, right?”

”Beserker is Hercules?!” the two teens we had actually rescued from some rather sticky situations blurt out together before being interrupted in turn by that little girl child who’d dared attack us earlier with the one Agronaut I actually still have a lot of respect for, despite being associated with that bastard Jason.

And . . .they’re mispronouncing his name, by the way. Then again, didn’t Rei and Reika say something about how certain names from my time period (as it were) got twisted a bit over the centuries? Well, I will correct them later over that mistake if only to avoid further annoying poor Herkules after all we’ve put him through.

After all, while whatever magicks he’s been put under here has allowed him to recover from other wise rather deadly attacks (and lessening repeated attacks damage to something less than lethal), I doubt he’d appreciate his name being mangled. I sure wouldn’t in his shoes (as it were).

…

To be somewhat pedantic, the man is a giant and usually goes without footwear. Even sandals would be a bit expensive to be scales up to his size, honestly.

The girl in question, anyway, slowly groans and stirs as Rei moves back and away from her and slightly out of her line of sight. No needs to startle the girl and cause her to panic (right yet). We WOULD like to at least keep her from panic so we can make her do the right thing by Herkules (or else).

At least the “smelling salts” have awoken her from whatever dream like state she’d slipped into after fainting from seeing her twin sister for some odd reason in the nearby graveyard. What was up with that, exactly?

”Ow,” the silver haired girl groans before opening her eyes and settling upon the red haired young teen who’s name we’ve yet to learn. “Shiro, I just had the oddest dream! I was back on the street during the Grail War where you’d just gotten out of that church with that creepy priest and was walking back with Saber.

”I was ordering Bezerker to attack you all like before and . . .then some angels and knights in shining armor showed up and then things went totally insane

“Do you think that Avalon’s acting up again and giving me strange dreams?” she blinks, still not quiet totally awake and with things. “I mean it’s keeping me alive and all, but sometimes I get the oddest dreams from it when I sleep”

“I hate to interrupt here but I do hope we can talk something about that here,” John (dear John) calls from the side to draw her attention to us (and babble even more to the confusion of her listeners).

1. “Like how we’d like you to talk your Servant from coming at us again and trying to . . . .well, murderize us and all that, huh?”

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