Seeing the barrage, Stelle was filled with a foreign sensation; sticky, gooey, and a feeling of wanting to bury herself in the deepest recesses of the biggest garbage can:
She felt shame
Mou, why is everyone focusing on this. I'm the Galaxy Baseballer – Rules are meant to be broken!
Shame receding, she stood up, prouder than ever. Puffing her very modest bosom, she took out a bat from who knows where, swinging it around, as if Servants meant nothing to her.
That's right! I shall win this Holy Grail War and show everyone that I'm not a Trash-blazer–
"Careful!"
Whoosh!
The sky was filled with a dense array of magic circles, before raining upon them in a hail of Holy fire. Ritsuka took shelter under Mash's shield, quivering as she grabbed ahold of Mash's thick thighs. "Senpai, stop jiggling my legs! It's so tickle!"
Crying with despair, Mash tried her best to prevent Gudako from squeezing her thighs, lest she drpp her shield, causing them to become Swiss cheese. Mordred, on the other hand, began swing her sword, laughing as she deflected each shot away. "Ahahahah! Is that the best you got! Even my mother will say it's only good for tickling babies! Ahahahah!" Her face like a berserker, Mordred inched her way closer to the purple hooded Servant, wanting to decapitate her in a single strike.
Morgan, on the other hand, had erected a shield, covering Stelle (while she hid inside her beloved trash can, lid on top). Peeking from the tiny slit, muffled cheers could be heard from the cowardly Master, egging her Servant to defeat the Caster. "Yeah, yeah, go for it! Turn her into shish kebab!" Rolling her eyes, Morgan hoped that someone else could take her in.
All the while as Castoria cowered beneath a flickering dome as the rain of lasers fell upon them. "Castoria, do something! You're a Servant for God's sake! You're the one who's supposed to attack her!"
Just as Shinji was about grab and drag Castoria out, he heard a loud boom.
Crash, creak...
Turning their heads, they saw Mordred stuck, straight dab, in tne middle of a tree. Groaning in pain, they saw Mordred pointing a finger at someone. "Damn it, you're just a human! How on earth are you able to wound me, a Knight of the Round Table!?"
Coming from the bushes, an unassuming man cam out, twirling his right arm. To the laymen, he seemed benign, almost harmless.
But Shinji saw through the layers
He saw a layer of taught muscles, honed through sheer persistence and strict regiment. Muscles trained over along period of time...
Muscles forged to kill
"Hoh... Medea, are these your enemies?"
From underneath the hood, a soft, sultry voice emerged, capturing the souls of men (a loud twitch could be heard from the neighbourhood silver-haired witch – how's she better than me!?). Floating in the air, Caste, or Medea, stood beside her Master, Souichiro, as she prepared another barrage of magical projectiles.
"Now husba– I mean, Master. Let us get rid of them, before indulging back into our coitus. Let's get rid of the blue-haired boy first. He's weak, and his Servant's even weaker. It won't take a single– Kyaaah!"
A bright light struck Medea, casuing her to kneel down, clutching her bleeding arm. Turning their heads, everyone saw Castoria, though still quivering, showing a determined expression.
"Though I mean he weak, though I may be a coward, but if you dare attack my Master, I shall spare you not!"