HERO.

Walking towards him, Achilles snatches away Hektor’s cigarette off his lips  ( The sheer audacity of this guy …. )  and proceeds to crush it with his right hand before yanking him from his cape and dragging him alongside with himself.  "Haven’t you heard it yet? We have a mission to get through. Stop slacking off" / to Hektor !

It’s hard not to notice Achilles walking up. He’s not one of the ones who tries to quiet his presence, always too confident in himself and his methods for that. Hektor simply thinks it’s not worth doing anything about him — he was here against the window already, and it’s not like Achilles owns the hallway. Admittedly, he’s technically not supposed to be smoking here, but Achilles probably has better things to do than get his panties in a twist over that. Hektor fully expects this to be a thing he does not have to care about, nor is he inclined to.

Or, apparently Achilles doesn’t have better things to do. What a disappointment. (It’s difficult to get tobacco, too….) He’s startled and annoyed enough to get dragged for a step or two before he duck and dematerializes his cape at the same time he materializes his lance.

Durindana smacks Achilles’ hand back before he can grab Hektor again, a clatter of metal against armour. Hektor uses the flat of his blade intentionally, much as he’d prefer to use the other. “No, I hadn’t heard that memo.” He might enjoy his time off the field and cultivate the idea that he’s decrepit and lazy, but he certainly doesn’t disobey his Master.

Achilles, though… Hektor shakes his head with a tsk, like he’s disciplining an unruly middle schooler. “Are you really such a child that you can’t even handle the simple concept of fighting on the same side as someone you dislike? If that’s the case, you may as well go ahead and inform Master of your resignation, since you’re incapable of managing your emotions.”

every achilles scene — 3 / ∞

The man was a tempest. He was invincible.

The Rider of Red laughed mockingly at the fierce assault of Saber and Berserker. The two Servants released their attacks in the same breath, aiming both high and low. Rider curled his body and leapt. With his single, short spear he deflected both attacks splendidly.

“Weak!”