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Come to think of it, leaving your unconscious body under her watch could be a bit of a risk, although Jen didn’t indicate that she was hungry at all when you were talking with her. Maybe she doesn’t need to eat as often as humans do. But this is a good time to ask Avenger about having her help you in the Holy Grail War. “Speaking of Jen, she said that she was very interested in helping us defeat enemy Servants earlier.”
“Is that so? I’m doubtful she’ll amount to much in battle, but maybe she could attack a Master while the Servant is distracted.” Your Servant replied as a tactical assessment after taking a small sip of kykeon.
That’s definitely not what Jen had in mind. After taking a seat at a table and helping yourself to a few mouthfuls of the stew, you inquire as to your Servant’s reasoning, “What makes your expectations so low?”
“Tell me what she can do, and we’ll compare it with the familiars I’ve had this whole time.” She answered bluntly as she sat down across from you.
“I don’t know the limit of her physical strength, but it seems to be at least comparable to mine.” You report, recalling the sensation you felt after she punched you last night.
“My boars are at least that strong.” Avenger replied.
“She can extend claws from her fingertips at will.” You then say.
“Lions.” She deadpans, not feeling the need to elaborate further.
“A strong sense of smell?” You say less confidently, recalling that you ordered one of her boars to track someone yesterday.
“Hounds. Or a boar.” She predictably recites.
Remembering something definitely beyond the beasts’ capabilities, you assert, “None of your familiars can shoot guns.”
Avenger pauses to think for a moment, then replies, “I’ll give her that one, but those peashooters are useless against Servants.”
“They are? What if a Servant got shot in the eye with an anti-tank round?” You ask, hoping to get a little insight on the kind of firepower that’s necessary to damage Servants.
“The bullet would bounce off and the Servant would feel as though someone lightly poked their eye.” Avenger answered as she pointed at her own eye. “We’re spirits with etheric bodies: unless a physical attack is imbued with some form of magical energy, it can’t cause substantial harm to us.”
After taking a short break to continue eating, you then ask, “Shouldn’t it be possible to imbue bullets with magical energy?”
“I… suppose so.” She answered hesitantly, then chuckled as she continued, “You come up with amusing ideas, Master. I wouldn’t have conceived of trying to fit modern warfare principles into a battle of mysteries.”
“I guess I just want to optimize our resource management.” You reply, “When we’re done with breakfast I was hoping you could instruct me on how to use magic like last night; could we have Jen tag along and try to learn with me?”
