A/N: I'm doing the impossible, 3 chapters within short spans, I'll get to writing longer ones eventually, I've just gotta figure out what I can put in without being weird.
Now I've never been one to stand up and fight against someone so much stronger than me if I had the chance to run away. Okay I lied, but still, fighting someone with a sword and magical power is a suicide move to regular people. I'm not regular people, I've fought gods, I'm sure a knight is no problem. So I stand up, raise my right fist, and charge her.
Boy was I wrong. I'm pretty sure every bone and organ near the chest area has been crushed, I physically vomit a clump of blood after standing up, barely, from the crater she put me in. Before I even take my next step, I'm tumbling through the air, and once again smacked downward. She's gotta be toying with me at this rate. Not only is she clowning on me, but she's also dodging the efforts of Tohsaka and Emiya simultaneously. I sit myself up from wall she's smacked me into and raise my right fist once more. Nevermind, it's gone now, the entire arm, gone. Unfortunate. For her that is. "Checkmate," I say raising my bloody stump of an arm, a black dragon head racing out, before it's cut in twain. Trump card annihilated. To say I was pounded to a pulp is an understatement, I've crashed through many an apartment complex, my bloodied and battered body the only thing some regular folks in their homes minding their business will ever remember again. I begin to think maybe it's really all over now, that is until I'm covered in a familiar substance. Sky blue and lemon yellow, my dragon shell. It wraps around me and it shapes around me into a form that is only describable as a dragon. Now I'm able to keep up, I defend against the next rush and flurry Artoria sends towards me, and I respond with jaws of intense force and claws of merciless intent. We clash for quite a while, by now she's at least a little weathered, I begin to think I've won until her sword starts glowing and ominous black and red. I hear two words that spell doom, "Excalibur Morgan." All I can do within this draconic shell is stare at my impending doom, I close my eyes and wait. Once I finally open my eyes I noticed my surroundings are quite different, and that I'm out of my shell, though my arm is still sky blue and lemon yellow. I stare up at the ceiling, which is a dark wooded brown. I look to the side of my bed(?) and see Tohsaka and Emiya. "We pulled you out with a handy instant transportation spell, you should be safe for now," Emiya says. "Don't move by the way, your torso is heavily battered, along with your legs and arms and basically every other part of your body," Tohsaka says. It damn well feels like it at least. "Your unnatural regeneration is helping you there, whatever that blue arm is doing is speeding up your healing process, and we've got Lord El Melloi looking over you with his advanced magic, though he isn't the best at healing, it works for you," Tohsaka continued.
"Get used to resting by the way, you'll be here a while."