[Shuten lets out a puff of breath as she surveys Stephen's work and is immediately up on her feet.]

If you say so.

[It's a blessing of sorts that Shuten is not slowed down at all by any alcohol she's consumed. If anything, she's strengthened by it, and immediately hones in on Beowulf who's dodging Stephen's morphed skyscrapers turned weapons and even breaking them apart, some with his bare fists. Shuten's landed on one of the skyscrapers that are making a beeline for the enemy Servant. Seeing her head for him, Beowulf just makes the leap and lands on the same pillar where they immediately begin another clash of blades.

Of course, there is quipping to be had.]

Already wanting to get up close and personal? Such an eager boy.

Heh. [The sound of metal hitting each other rings and vibrates throughout the Mirror Dimension.]

Even through that sickly sweet scent of yours, I can smell dragon on ya. You can't make me drunk Assassin, not when I'd rather much slay a monster like you.

Hm. Maybe so.

[They both drop to another ground surface.]

But I can still melt you and your Master down. Your flesh, your bones, down to your very marrow... I might just take it allll for myself.

[She's still doing her job ok]