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And that’s when it hits you: this wound could prove fatal. You really could die here. Especially if something happens to Avenger and she’s unable to treat you… and that’s a very real possibility as well. Something you hadn’t experienced before now was creeping into your mind: paralyzing fear. Was it the fear of death? Pain? Falling short of your goals? That last one stings; how pitiful an end this would be. Dying nameless on this god-forsaken battlefield, leaving the others caught up in the same predicament to muddle through it without you. All from a casual spear-thrust, no less….
You feel something splash against your wound, and the pain begins receding. Glancing up, you see Avenger toss away a potion vial as she tells you, “Can’t have you dying on me, Master. Look alive.”
“Thank you.” You say gratefully as you slowly rise to your feet. Your gut still hurts, but the relative relief greatly boosted your morale, allowing you to focus again.
Rushorou also moves to stand by you, saying, “We should stick together so our Servants only have one spot to defend. And brace yourself, that wight’s spell saps your energy!”
Of the two wights, one was largely skeletal aside from the eerie glow in its eye-sockets, garbed in a simple robe, carrying a dagger and darting about erratically. You suppose it was having a hard time finding an opening in the melee when the other combatants were Servants whose speed and power exceeded its own by a vast margin. The other, however, had partially-preserved remains of flesh, skin, and hair, wearing ancient and ornate armor, including a helmet, carried a longsword and a round shield, and was concluding a chant in a language that you didn’t recognize. Frosty particles began forming all around its body, before scattering throughout the station’s lobby in a chilling breeze.
“That’s nothing to be afraid of.” Avenger replied as she waved her staff, dispersing the particles with her own counterspell of a wind-gust. You don’t feel any more fatigued, so you suppose the spell works when the particles land on your skin, or something of similar effect.
Refocusing on the battle, you could see that Diomedes held an advantage over Rushorou’s Lancer on account of her mounting fatigue, and was able to maneuver effectively enough that it was difficult for Avenger to target him without your ally getting caught in the crossfire. Though when your Servant would cease fire and try to apprehend Fyodor or Kiara again, Diomedes would push past his opponent and make Avenger have to redirect her efforts toward forcing him back again.
To make things potentially worse, you suddenly sense that there’s another Servant on its way to your location. And you can tell that this one has no sense of subtlety from a crashing cacophony of wanton destruction of the city that its approach is heralded by.
You also sense that the clash between Kuro no Archer and Sun Wukong was about to come to a head.
