Shirou tried his hardest to surpress a chuckle, failing but contained the worst of it in his sleeve.
"You.. what?", a drop of cold sweat showing on Assassin's forehead mostly out of sheer confusion.
"I believe that must be part of one of his writings... which he is using in a rather courteous manner."
Her face turned angry.
"Master, can I hit him?"
"I'd rather you did not. Please, Assassin, you already know Caster is a bit... unique, don't let it get to you", he said in an apologetic manner. This was hardly a rare occurrence for Shirou; The temper of a queen was truly something difficult to control.
At the behest of Shirou, she tried her very best to calm down. Something about the sheer craziness in the head of Caster just rubbed her the wrong way, and she doubted they could ever entirely get along. Especially not when a creature like himself was sounding like he was courting her.
Changing the topic, Assassin spoke once more.
"To begin with, I predate the Hanging Gardens by centuries, Caster. I hear those who do not do research for their writing end up writing bad works", her tone now turning smug.
As the armored wench blocked his attack with relative ease, it was on. Silver sword met the golden scepter of authority hundreds of times a minute as the melee truly began. It seemed as though this knight, reasonably guessable to be a Saber that looked suspiciously like the Old Matou's broken little toy, could at least keep up with him in a straight battle.
Of course, Rider did not get as far as he had with straight battles. The King takes whatever advantage he can get.
"Hoh, so you're at least above garbage-grade, wench. So how about you try on some of this for size?!"
Once again, the air distorted slightly as a massive scaled claw lashed out of thin air, aiming for the left side of the knight as Ramesses's own weapon swung towards her right arm.