[It's becoming a power struggle between the two Servants and Shuten finally gives by deflecting the blade she held with her fingers resulting in her and Berserker exchanging blows that make the sound that isn't unlike trucks colliding with one another.
They push at one another until they both skid backward in front of their respective Masters. Standing up slowly the shirtless and scarred Servant nods at Shuten while she just gazes back with mild boredom at him and his Master.]
Assassin.
Berserker.
[The demon clicks her tongue. She had been wearing the civilian clothing the whole time since they exited the Sanctum, but now in a glow of light, she reverts back to her normal, if revealing garments.]
The only handsome one here. Well, I suppose it's worth it.
[Berserker, despite his moniker, seems oddly at ease and not at all like a maddened warrior like his class title suggests. He lets out a low whistle and calls out to the other sorcerer who commands him.]
Hey, Master. I think it's better if you let me handle things from here. Any closer and that little lady will have you dancing in her hand before you know it.
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They push at one another until they both skid backward in front of their respective Masters. Standing up slowly the shirtless and scarred Servant nods at Shuten while she just gazes back with mild boredom at him and his Master.]
Assassin.
Berserker.
[The demon clicks her tongue. She had been wearing the civilian clothing the whole time since they exited the Sanctum, but now in a glow of light, she reverts back to her normal, if revealing garments.]
The only handsome one here. Well, I suppose it's worth it.
[Berserker, despite his moniker, seems oddly at ease and not at all like a maddened warrior like his class title suggests. He lets out a low whistle and calls out to the other sorcerer who commands him.]
Hey, Master. I think it's better if you let me handle things from here. Any closer and that little lady will have you dancing in her hand before you know it.