thusia | (no subject)

Yes.

I remain unconvinced.

[and, in a motion so tersely and quickly performed it almost resembles the ratcheting of a socket wrench, she pulls her hand back - forming a fist - materializes the corrupted Excalibur, and drives it like a piston ... right through his "heart".]

[ Uh.

Was not expecting that! A sort of choked noise, mostly because you've shanked him in the heart. And vague surprise but it's still pretty lineface and rests a hand on hers in a passive protesting motion, though there isn't much else to do since.

She's.

Yanno.

Stabbed him in the 'heart'. ]

Still alive, I take it.

As. . . I said. Put to rest.

[ there's a slight tension in his voice though. He may not have a real heart but stabbing it certainly causes. Problems. Good thing you're not an uncorrupted Servant! ]

[i think i'll keep this here for a little while yet.]

Is this what a man of God would consider "put to rest"?

[ sssstepppsss bacccckkk (?) silently cos this is super uncomfy I would rather your sword NOT be in me ]

[if you're going to step back i will just lever Excalibur out on my own, thanks]

[plus that way i get to scrape a few of your ribs with the edge of my sword on the way out]

I can't imagine a corrupt priest like you had much of a heart in the first place.

[ nnnnng, a sharp inhale and then presses a hand to the entry wound. ]

Is that all you . . . wish to say?

Is that all you have to say?

To you? Yes.

Hoh, that's unfortunate.

[since i never did un-summon Excalibur, how do you feel about having your guts slashed wide open]

[because that's a thing that's happening.]

[STEPPING BACK IMMEDIATELY TO AVOID GETTING SPRAYED UNNECESSARILY]

I had hoped you'd make a good surrogate father for Kotomine. It appears that won't be the case. However, I'm always willing to hear you've changed your mind.

[ I FEEL LIKE trying to avoid that but I guess it's probably not terribly effective.

Falling to his knees, curling over a bit, hands over his stomach. He doesn't answer, wheezes a bit wetly though. ]

[coming to stand beside him, lifting Excalibur up to rest its edge against the back of his neck, a clear intimation of what might come next]

[looking and sounding disinterested, gaze averted]

Well?

[ curls down a little further and reaches back to push at the blade with a hand. Still not answering. ]

[there is just a moment, when he pushes against the blade, where she glances back at him, expressionless and appraising.]

[it's just a moment.]

[contrary to her previous act of stepping away to avoid the bloodspatter, when Arthur pulls her sword away this time, it's not to cut off his neck, but to pull him a little bit more upright in a rather blood-covered embrace, hands lacing together over his chest, chin resting against the crook of his neck where it meets his shoulderblades.]

[her touch is tender, like a lover's caress, and she smiles against his neck.]

Would you like to live, then? What is your life worth, old man?

[ a few difficult breaths and slowly pulling his arms away from his stomach, trying to create a bit of room so he can slam the heel of his hand into her chin. Or. Something. To violently shove her away. Or. . . something. ]

[leans ... just a little bit back, catching it on the tip of her chin, teeth knocking together lightly]

Hff --

[her embrace only tightens in response.]

[and one hand digs into the open wound she left behind.]

[ this is the second time my stomach has been dug into since I have arrived here. Bites back on a noise and forces himself to move his hands to her face. Somewhat blindly feeling, trying to find at least one of her eyes and dig a finger in. ]

[lets go of him immediately, slipping her hands from his chest and bringing them up to grab at his hands, firmly - disengaging from him almost completely, in fact, holding herself at a distance now - figuratively, at the very least.]

... hoh, how greedy. If you were Kotomine, you might be able to satisfy that urge ... but you have to prove yourself worthy first.

[ good. except now my stomach is. cut open and my hands aren't there to help it. Weakly tries to pull his hands back to cover the cut. ]

[i will let you do that :)]

[running a bloody set of fingertips across his face, brief and gentle]

I will await your answer, old man.

[and digging one hand hard into his heart wound, scraping against the edges of the exposed viscera, and drawing out blood and tissue alike, before standing and straightening, fist closed around her meaty "treasure".]

Will you save yourself? Or will God provide you with a miracle? Let's find out.

[ a choked gasp and the requisite aborted breaths follow her action and he does just. crumple to the side, coughing blood, now his hands going to his chest, fingers curling a bit futilely. ]

[and you can just die now, for all i care :D]

[but you probably won't, and i'm not expecting you to. i've already noticed this place's size, tyvm. HAVE FUN.]

[ THANKS.

Will just. lay here catching his breath and holding his gut in, despite the hole. in. his chest. ]