❄~ Ice Queen ~❄

“Interesting but I don’t see the need to expose any of my fighting points to someone that may clearly be an enemy one day.” Weiss’s gaze narrows as her arms cross stance firming up. “Don’t think just because you share an affinity with me that this makes us ‘the same’ or bare ANY common ground - you are a villain in my eyes, just a cold blooded killer looking for the next battle field to slack her thirst and I have NO intentions of holding this conversation.”

Confidence. Her opponent doesn't reach for her weapon but takes a defiant stance against her ~ the General’s smile lengths into a smirk.

“Yes I am a Villain to some. A Monster to others.”

“You first.”

“How direct.” Esdeath smiled.

Mordred felt the command seal surge strengthing her, previous shackles released as mobility became hers once again. She stood seathing, burning, boiling over like a raging torrent or smouldering mountain that once housed her kin! Crackles of volitile prana danced around the Saber Servant.

“Well if you desire death that much, who am I not to grant you it ICE WITCH?!”

Fleet of feet Mordred dashed forward morphing her movements as Clarent blazed into action with crimson life, the Knight piroeeted footwork following its course as she brought her fabled sword overhead then down with enough force to split the ground like chalk! Her power was increased tenfold thanks to the ancient magics driving her forward.

General Esdeath side stepped the intense burst of power that rippled from the Servants blade a blow that left the earth scarred and steaming. This was what she had wanted a foe so powerful she had to be on her toes, a foe that would perhaps push her to her limit or at the very least challenge her! Magic coursed through the veins of her foe something she did not quite understand yet, it exhilarated her, if Mordred could get more powerful just how far would their fight for survival go?!

“Good!” Her smile danced wildly sword arm steady against the edge of her foes blade unwavering. “I would be disappointed if those precious command seals were wasted Saber!” Esdeath lurched back delivering a hard kick to separating them.

Command seals are not forever even now with every pulse of ancient magic the Knights body becomes more their own, head bowed and bent begins to straighten till she can look the other in the eye. A look so feriouscious it could kill at moments notice and leave scorch marks on the soul.

               Hey Saber. You’re not going to lay there all day are you?                   Hey! Watch it! You almost got me with that thing!                      Heh yeah I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

“A Servant serves a Master. Together we fight, together we bleed, together we have died. …You…don’t hold a candle to them!” Fire a burst of red volatile prana as the Knights extremites protest and push through the invisible shackles holding her.

“You aren’t a Master! You aren’t MY Master! I don’t know how you got your hands on Command Seals and I don’t care! But it will be a COLD DAY IN HELL before I let you sully the reputation of the true Masters I have served!” Her spirit flares crimson plumes of mana leaping in a violent display her shackles undone.

          A rebelious Knight and a Necromancer             I’d say we make quite a team for outcasts.

“Try it. I’ll cleve your head from your neck long before I surrcumb to any cowardice you inflict upon me Ice Witch.”

“Oh, is that so?” They remain unbent unbroken...good.

Casting a hand out in front of her Esdeath focused her will once again upon the steadily regaining Servant! With but a word she could choose to end them, crush them, grind them into dust! But the song dancing in her heart yields to another more baser instinct a question she asks of all:

“Saber by my Third Command Seal, I order you;”

“Come at me with everything you have! Let not your wounds slow you down as you try to take my neck from its shoulders, show me how strong the fire of your soul is! And expect no mercy from me as I try to end you all the same.” 

      K N E E L

Mordred’s reaction is instant her body moving without hesitation to throw her to her hands and knees like a naive Squire in front of a fake King, before her protests can sound again the ancient magic takes hold of her. E X P L A I N, she can’t help the words flowing from her.

“It’s a scene in a game where you steal cars and do bad things! Two friends are talking, one makes fun of the other so he makes fun of his hair and lack of female companionship in return!” They burn her throat as they leave. “GTA i-isn’t a thing! It’s a game!”

            The Knights fingers ball into fists. Knuckles cracking.

“You wanna use that last goddamn Command Seal so I can cut your fake head off witch?” Her every nerve is frayed vemon steeping into her voice to shame even the most feared of basilisk

“Interesting. If my understanding is right these three spells give me complete control of you...I could with a word command you to walk into a nest of danger beasts and you would have no choice to obey. Or I could persay make you cut your own thread or simply stand still as I lowered a wall of ice to crush you.”

Esdeath’s smile grew into a smirk the Knight powerless at her whim of fancy yet they still challenged her. More so the fire of the Servants spirit was raging like a fiery torrent....good.

“Well from the just of it I think your lacky found GTA IV. What command spell?! You ain’t even my goddamn Master ya ice witch!”

“Uh…what the fuck did I do this time?”

“No fair! It was Mordred’s fault!”

@proditoreques​

…Yo iz the meanness and un-niceness. I will use mordreds hair to fish for a signal