{Archer POV}
So this morning was fun, when we woke up Caster nearly had a fit because both I and my parralel go to sleep with no shirts, I believe the phrase he used to describe us was
"blasphemous versions of myself"
But then again, I could be wrong, and he was just being sarcastic. Doubtful though. So then we went to our second big drama of the day, who would cook Breakfast. Of course master didn't care, he just wanted breakfast. So instead of talking it out, like rational people. We instead resulted in fighting, physically, for the position of head chef.
Sadly Lancer nor Saber died, sigh, a counter Guardian can dream can't he?
So anyway, after that, we ate and then A messenger from the bank arrived, she seemed nervous soon seeing seven people of whom were identical (based on age) sat in a room looking at her, so she told master that, as he is registered as a god, has to go to this kind of party at which he would meet other gods and goddesses.
So of course he accepted, and then slammed the door in the face of the message. To that I had muttered "rude" which earned me a backhanded slap across my head from Assassin.
Hours past and here we are, on front of a giant tower of stone
"So guys, this is the start. Listen, this is the first real chance for you guys to be heroes, and chip away at that mass of debt over our apartment, but that doesn't matter for now. Just get in there and start your thing!"
Our glorious leaders brilliant speech to motivate us to work in evils name, brilliant
And so we start walking.
In the dungeon
{third person POV}
Lancer darted from one wall to another, each time breaking the sound barrier, and each time landing a kill with his Gae Bolg.
Currently he was quite far ahead of his teammates due to his superior speed due to Cú Chulainns learned skill.
A large Minotaur seemed to blind side him, it raised it's large stony sword, just about to smite the redhead with the red lance, suddenly a red arrow appeared, going through the bulls neck
"Don't get cocky"Archer snarked
Then from the direction of Archers arrow Berserker appeared carrying a large stone sword, of which he used to skilfully carve carve a Minotaur into three pieces. Until they came to a set of stone steps of which led deeper into the Dungeon.
"And that's 20, want to head back for now?" Berserker asked
"Sure, how many gems did we get?" Lancer asked
"Around 1590" Archer appeared out of the darkness carrying a large sack full of crystals
And so they began on their way back
Once they reached the top they immediately went to the bank, of which apon entering they gained lots of weary looks, impartiality from a certain green eyed elf. Through the logic of deduction they figured the most terrified being present must also have been the one that there master talked too, so they immediately went to her to sell the jewels
Once that was done they returned to report to there master.
Once more, thank you guys for all the support, I really love writing for you guys and hope to do it more. I would prefer if you guys could be more vocal about your issues with the story, and otherwise
Thanks.
Leinad
