GRANITE TORE OPEN WHERE LIGHTNING RUSHED along newly created veins in the ground. If he had a beating heart, it must have turned still that splt-second when that nightmare entered his sight. ( And then the nightmare was him. )Â
--- âANASTASIA---âA blade drawn on her throat, a gun pointed at her back. The streets at night thrived with low-lives and thieves for which a young woman dressed so finely and loaded in accessories was an easy target. Such shouldnât pose a threat for a Servant, he thought. But she didnât move to punish them. Did she lack the means to? Where was Viy? Even within the realm of reason where harm was near-ruled out, he couldnât stomach this. He couldnât allow it to play out before his eyes doing nothing. That is why- he treated out of the shadows that concealed him, with the weight of his stride alone loud enough to capture their attention. Even with his Supreme Authority skill absent, he was a figure of horror to behold and with every step made, it was as if he trampled over their confidence. Hasty breaths and short glances, like a pack of confused and panicking prey. Ultimately, they ran---
To their demise. The moments they had distanced themselves from the Imperial Princess, he saw his opportunity and attacked with an roar like it could only belong to a predatorâs. One that escaped the electrical onslaught suffered a worse death, struck through their backs by tusks that extended against all logic across the distance. Not leaving it at this brutality, he tossed the lifeless body to the ground and crushed it.Â
Decimated, all of them. All their screams, their lives, muffled and brought to silence in less than a minute. All that was left breathing, were now the two Servants under the lights of streetlamps.Â
