The bull's angered charge continued without restraint, destroying the concrete beneath every step of it's metal hooves, flattening cars and scaring off pedestrians as it obeyed the command of the King; "Kill". Unfortunately, the target proved to be even faster than itself, leaving it unable to gouge him or his metallic transportation device with it's god-fashioned horns.
As the target rounded yet another corner, it stepped directly through the building on the corner, leaving it naught but rubble as it's lungs took in a deep breath, it's vital functions generating a great amount of prana. As it exhaled it, a massive gout of fire came forth from it's brass jaws, missing but only just barely as the beam that melted the very road beneath just narrowly behind the target.
LawrenceThe wave of heat scorched the Firebird's tires, the smell of burning rubber and pavement filtering right into the car itself as Law kept going, following the first rule of escape drivers - Don't stop for
anything. Wherever that Master was, she was probably holed up nice now, and Rider would just ditch the bull if it threatened her.
Ending this game of Chicken then?'Yep, just gotta keep it away from Mordred - shiiit!'What?
'She's losing power. Mother of fuck.'The ritual will take too long
'I know.'
She's out of the boneyard's range'I know, but I could get back into it'How? That bull won't slow down.'Well, maybe I can cause it to cool off a little bit - narrow bridge ahead, low load capacity, let's fucking go for it.'
That won't work'Well it's the only plan I've got so let's fucking just do it.'As the Firebird zoomed over the narrow bridge, the Bull followed, losing ground. The metal thing it was chasing showed no signs of slowing, and was running away now. It huffed smoke from it's nostrils, pleased with it's efforts. The Territory it claimed had been defended. It was time for it to rest until the king needed it again. The Creature faded into the Reality Marble once more, though Law had no idea of this.
'...Did we lose it?'I think we lost it. 'HAHAHA YES!' Law's ferocious grin as he drifted around a corner, narrowly missing another car as he floored it back towards the fight, would have matched any beast in the King of Kings marble in how many teeth it showed. The Stigmatic Boneyard popped open, still suppressed, but even suppressed it'd be enough to do this. Law poured plasm into Mordred, using the tether of their connection like a charging wire to keep the flow going.
'We're still in this fight. All else fails we're bailing her out.'S&S
"Well that's certainly a dramatic way to put it, though I would expect nothing less from you", said Shirou, but his expression turned slightly puzzled afterwards, "Unfortunately, I can't claim to have read any of your works, Caster."
"Would you truly waste time on such things in our situation, Master? You know better than even me or Caster how important it is, so why use time on such trivialities?", responded Assassin in kind.
"It's fine, Assassin. Until the Hanging Gardens are completed, we have no true objectives to complete other than to find the ritual devouring the power of the leylines at a rapid rate. God has told me that that shall be our Grail. Acquiring it or the alliance of whoever made it is our only priority, and since we are not exactly in a rush, we can do that whenever we feel up to it."
"W-well, if you are certain then I shall not disobey", an unconscious stammer to her words. She'd never had it before, not when found by as a child, not when faced with King Ninus for the first time, not once, and yet her Master made her ever self-conscious and unsure of herself. What had he done to her? What was this feeling he brought upon her whenever he was around? Left in her inner confusion, she went silent.
Shakespeare"Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside! O! blame me not, if I no more can write!" Sorrow filled my voice, pride harmed by the beauties words, and my Masters lack of knowledge of my artistry. Truly, there was no more horrible situation. My ring showed my melancholy as I reached within my jacket, producing a well made tome, illustrated with a rather flattering bust of myself in my elder years. "Here, take mine words for your knowledge. I must not dwell on the great sadness your ignorance has caused me Master, for such things are fleeting like the mayflies."
With another flourish I produced a smaller tome of mine out of my sleeve, giving it to the fair Assassin. "
Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, but fair lady, I have and wish nothing but the best for you." As I pressed the binding into her palm , I spoke in a voice low enough for only her flushed ears to hear. "Silence does not fit thy fair lips well. Use my lines within on the Master, sweet lady. The words of the Bard work their own magic, Queen of the Gardens."