Mordred bit back a curse as she slammed into a column. Her armor thankfully took the brunt of the impact and damage as she smashed through it, but the blonde Knight of Rebellion still felt a sharp pain in her side. If she had to guess, the rampaging Berserker had managed to break at least one rib, maybe a couple, just now.

A pain in the ass, but nothing close to being able to put her out of action!

Partially embedded in the wall from the impact, Mordred cursed loudly as she saw one of the Berserker's axes swinging towards her. She propelled herself out of the wall, landing with almost feline grace on the one opposite of her, before pushing off of that one as well as the other axe lashed out towards her.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, the blade of the weapon caught her sabaton, and threw her off of her trajectory. Mordred skidded across the floor, and dug the fingers of her free hand into the bricks, bringing her to a halt halfway between where she was originally and the others.

Mash stood protectively in front of Ritsuka and Jacob, ready to throw herself between the two Masters and the Minotaur should he somehow manage to defeat Mordred. Drake and Medea stood to either side of the Demi-Servant, taking potshots whenever they could. By this point, the maddened Berserker was covered with minor injuries, but he kept on fighting.

An opponent worthy of her time, indeed!

Still, the current battlefield was the kind she didn't enjoy. There was relatively little room to move around, thus somewhat limiting her range of attacks that she typically used. Also, the long blade of Clarent furthered proved to be a hindrance this time around. There was barely enough room for her to swing, unless Mordred wanted to risk catching the blade of her weapon on one of the columns and leaving her open for a cheap attack.

Yeah, this battle was nothing like the last time they'd gone up against a Berserker, but that was fine. She was Mordred, the Knight of Rebellion. She loved a challenging fight.

She pushed herself back up and held Clarent like a lance, aimed for the charging Minotaur. With a mighty roar of her own, Mordred launched herself forward, seeking to skewer the oncoming enemy Servant with her blade.

When she felt Clarent meeting resistance, it was to the shafts of the Servant's axes. At the last moment, he had somehow managed to come to a complete stop and formed a rough X with the weapons. Mordred's eyes widened slightly under Secret of Pedigree as he swung his horned head downwards, trying to headbutt her while her lover called out in alarm.

Two spikes of ice slammed into the tip of his shoulder, sending him off balanced thanks to the attacks by both Jacob and Medea. Thankfully, the latter was keeping her Master from trying to charge in or something, though he seemed to be rather composed like normal.

That was a relief. The last thing she wanted was for Jacob to start acting like she was a fragile piece of china. She was a Servant, damn it!

She caught the downward swings of both axes with the flat of Clarent's blade. Her left hand gripped the edge of the blade as she channeled prana everywhere. The Minotaur tried to use his larger mass to force Mordred towards the ground, intent on eventually breaking through her guard and smashing her.

Like hell she'd let that happen.

She lashed out with an armored boot, slamming it as hard as she could into the extended right knee of the Berserker. A choked holler of pain escaped from under that mask of his, and using his momentary distraction, Mordred leapt backwards.

No longer meeting any form of resistance, both of his axes slammed into the ground where she had just been standing, smashing the stone bricks making up the floor to pieces. The Berserker charged forward again, swinging his axes in rapid succession. The years he had spent in life wandering the labyrinth had clearly taught him how to fight at his best was clearly shown, as he was able to use the two polearms despite the seemingly-impossible space had to work with.

One of the axe blades skidded off of her left pauldron, and she ignored the shower of sparks resulting from metal moving against metal. Her armor was one of the few things she could thank her mother for, though she'd sooner die than admit it.

In life, only King Arthur had managed to pierce through it. As a Servant, it was even harder unless one used a Noble Phantasm. Still, that didn't mean that she couldn't suffer injuries without the armor being penetrated.

Unable to swing Clarent, Mordred slammed her left hand as hard as she could into the Berserker's gut, activating her Mana Burst ability to add further force behind it. The raised, spikey sections of her gauntlet protecting her hand tore through the skin of the area, causing a minor injury. Her opponent snarled angrily, before knocking Mordred back with a kick that was just strong enough to knock the air out of her for a moment.

The Berserker roared once more as he stumbled backwards a few steps as two more cracks of thunder echoed in the stony halls, and then two meaty thunks as Drake hit the monstrosity of a Servant with two more bullets. Both were in the right shoulder, and Mordred's opponent used one hand to clutch at the bleeding shoulder.

Underneath Secret of Pedigree, Mordred's eyes narrowed. This was it, a chance to land a (hopefully) decisive blow. It was now or never. Mordred shot forward, managing to lift Clarent into the air without scraping it against the ceiling somehow.

As she began her downward trajectory, the Minotaur noticed her, and tried to ready his axes to block her attack once more. However, the distance was now too close for him to do so in time. Mordred smirked ferally under Secret of Pedigree.

"I have you now!" She roared as she swung Clarent downwards. The tip of her sword threw up a slight shower of sparks for the brief moment that it scraped across the stone ceiling, but Mordred continued swinging the sword downwards.

With a horrid tearing sound, Clarent sliced through the metal mask like a knife through hot butter. More sparks shot out, and Mordred's weapon continued to move downwards.

Making contact one more with the body of the Berserker just below the throat, she carved open a huge gash down his chest, and her armor was sprayed with some blood. When it hit his armored belt-piece, Mordred leapt backwards, avoiding a clumsy punch from her opponent. One of his axes dropped to the floor as he pressed a now-empty hand over his maskless face. Mordred readied Clarent for another thrusting attack, but it seemed that a lull of sorts had come.

The Minotaur roared in pain, and the bleeding Berserker stumbled backwards a yard or two, before lifting his head and removing the hand that had been covering it, finally revealing the face that had been hidden by his now-ruined mask…

I inhaled sharply as I saw the face of the Minotaur for the first time. No, not the Minotaur. Asterios. It was the face of a normal person, lightly glowing red eyes aside. Two small, circular earrings made of gold danged from each of his ear lobes. His thick mane of white hair was stained in places with blood, while all over his body, blood trickled down, forming a fairly decent-sized crimson puddle at his feet.

"How…" I said softly, starting to feel a smidge of respect for the grievously-injured enemy Servant. I had been watching the fight with a growing sense of concern every time Mordred was struck or otherwise injured. I wondered if the fact that we were dating was now heightening the feelings of unease and a desire to help now. It was extremely difficult to force myself to not try to join the battle and fight by the blonde knight's side.

"No way…" Mash said, almost whimpering. "Surely those wounds should have been fatal…" Truly, the endurance of a Servant was no laughing matter. Enemy or not, I couldn't help but feel respect towards Asterios's stubbornness.

"Ugh….gif," Asterios panted, blood running down his body. He slammed one axe down, shattering a portion of the floor in the process, and leaned against his weapon. Still, weakened though he now was, he continued to stare at us with anger and hatred in his eyes.

"You're still alive after eating all those bullets?" Now it was Drake's turn to give air to her incredulity. "Talk about gluttony!"

"You have guts, alright. I like that," Mordred growled. "But it looks like we'll be finishing this up in round two."

"Pro…tect!" Asterios groaned, and I couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at that. Protect? Protect what? His home? Treasure, as Drake would say? Or could it be someone? Drake clicked her tongue at the Berserker's response.

"Then it's time to bring out the culverin cannons! If we blow his head off, he's sure to go down!" Thankfully, Drake didn't somehow manage to pull a cannon out of thin air, but she did raise her pistols and aimed both of them squarely at Asterios's head. Mordred readied Clarent for her own attack.

"WAIT!" A high-pitched, feminine voice ladened with authority prevented either the pirate or my partner from finishing off the badly-injured Berserker. Behind the Servant in question was a small girl with purple hair. She was dressed in a white dress with black trimming, and had pale purple eyes.

The newcomer looks extremely familiar, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. Then it hit me. I couldn't help but groan. "What's up with the whole small, purple-haired girls and death caverns," I bemoaned under my breath. Aside from a few differences, she looked almost identical to the gorgon, Stheno! Apparently, the Stheno-lookalike heard my grumbling, for she gave me a strange look before rolling her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh, no," Mash said, breathing in sharply. "Two Servants?" Unlike her larger companion, she didn't hold any weapons (not that it didn't mean she wasn't dangerous) and walked slowly towards us. A mighty scowl was on her face, but otherwise she wasn't acting hostile.

Yet.

"All right, all right! I guess I just have to go with you," she said, her lip curling up as her scowl morphed into a disgusted sneer. "Do whatever you want with me! Just hurry up!"

….Wait, what?! I blinked at her, feeling an unwelcome mixture of discomfort and shock at the female Servant. A choked, gagging sound managed to escape past Ritsuka's numb lips, equally appalled by the implications those words carried. The girl scoffed, looking unapologetic or sympathetic. She turned slightly, jabbing a small thumb towards a wary Asterios.

"Asterios is near death now. He wouldn't be of much use to you. Besides, if we take too long, he'll die. Then, the labyrinth will collapse on you all." We exchanged nervous looks at that little tidbit of information. I remember the last time I experienced a cave-in of any sort, back in Fuyuki. I was more than content with having that remain the only time I got to do so. "—We should hurry back. Leave the navigation to me," the girl added with a resigned sigh.

"…Uh…" Asterios grunted, gaze now fixated on his…friend?

Mash shook her head slightly, shaking off her own sense of bewilderment long enough to raise a hand up slightly and gaining the attention of our apparent 'prisoner'.

"U-Ummm, I'm sorry. Do you have a moment?" Asked the Demi-Servant politely. The Servant rolled her eyes mockingly at the Shielder, crossing her arms.

"What is it, Miss Lame-Shield? Let's hurry up and go to where he is." Oh, joy of joys, looks like we had yet another round of the mysterious pronoun game. Damn, I can't wait!

…Okay, maybe I was just a bit in a foul mood at the moment…

"L-Lame?!" Mash stammered, sounding both shock and hurt by the demeaning words. Drake gave the Servant a mighty scowl of her own, pushing her way past us, hands on her hip. She bent down slightly, her ocean-blue eyes bearing down into ones of pink.

"Hey, brat, don't talk to us like that. After all, you're the one getting rescued!" The girl recoiled slightly, apparently taken aback by the pink-haired pirate.

"Huh? I don't think that's a way to talk to a grown woman," she said reproachfully. Despite the situation, I silently snickered at the fact that the young-looking girl calling herself a grown woman. Still, if she was another gorgon, she wasn't wrong. Drake gritted her teeth.

"Some nerve. Wanna sub in for the goddess statue on my ship's bow?"

"Goddess statue?" She repeated, before shaking her head. "I'm not really sure what you mean by that, but I AM the goddess, Euryale." The aforementioned Servant blinked, looking at each and every one of us with pure incredulity. "Wait, you chased after me, not even knowing that?"

"We aren't even here for you," I retorted. Yeah, Euryale had to be related to Stheno. She had the same sense of…of arrogance, as Stheno. It rubbed me the wrong way. Euryale stared at me as if I was a cockroach.

"Hmp. Well, I'm sure I can understand that you wouldn't have anything like me, a full, super idol, on board your ship," Euryale, turning her attention back to Drake. "You should at least remember my name, sheesh. Where are you from, anyways, third-rate pirate?"

Drake released a choked cry of frustration. "Y-You little brat!"

"Okay, that's enough," I said, taking a few steps forward. My friend did the same thing.

"Yeah, I think this is just a big misunderstanding," Ritsuka added, sounding more diplomatic out of the two of us. Having clearly dismissed me as being 'worthy' of her attention, the Servant cocked her head slightly to the side as she stared at Ritsuka.

"Huh? What? Wait…why, you're a human! Both of you are. Are either of you the Master of that….thing?" Euryale asked, her hands now on her hips as she stared at him accusingly. "What's with that perverted Servant anyway? You can't find something that disgusting, even in Greece!"

"Like I said, we weren't chasing after you," I growled. The bratty Servant blinked in surprise once more.

"Huh? Then what on earth are you doing?"

Resisting the urge to kill you, was what I was currently doing. "We're trying to leave—" I began, trying to be diplomatic instead of passive-aggressive now.

"Are. You. Serious?!" Euryale cried out, half shouting, half shrieking. Everyone winced as the sound was further amplified by the stone hallway. When the slight ringing in my ears finally began to fade away, the Servant groaned, her voice thankfully growing quieter. "You guys are so misleading!"

"Look who's talking!" Mash retorted, taking all of us aback. Looks like Mash's patience has run out. Rarely have I seen the polite and shy girl glaring so angrily at someone. "You trapped us inside a Bounded Field. Wouldn't it be natural for us to assume that the two of you are our enemies?"

The smaller girl opened her mouth, before she was (thankfully) interrupted. Behind Euryale, Asterios tried to bend down and pick up his other axe, but stumbled slightly, leaning against the wall as more blood trickled out of the various wounds Mordred and Drake had inflicted on him. Euryale whirled around, a look of concern on her delicate features.

"Aah, Asterios!" She said, wrapping her hands around his free hand gingerly. "You don't have to move! You're tough. If you just stay still for a bit, you won't die," she chided in a surprisingly patient tone compared to that which she had used with us. Euryale bit her lip softly, and she looked up into his eyes. "You won't die, right?"

Asterios gave off a simple grunt, and Euryale nodded, looking more at ease. "…Um," the Berserker said, nodding in our direction. While I couldn't tell what he had meant with that, it seems that Euryale did. She patted his arm in what I assumed was a comforting gesture.

"There's no need to worry. They're not associated with him," She cooed, and Asterios relaxed. He closed his eyes briefly, and both the axe he still held and the one on the floor disappeared. Mordred and the others waited a few seconds, before they too dismissed or holstered their weapons.

It seems that, at least for the moment, a truce had descended between us. I wanted to turn and check on Mordred, but I knew that she wouldn't appreciate the gesture just yet. Unless it was an obvious and/or major injury, the proud knight wouldn't want to ask for me to use mana to heal her while others could overhear us.

I turned back around when I heard Mash breathing in deeply. The Demi-Servant made a visible effort to regain her cool before she tried talking to Euryale again. Once she had accomplished that, she cleared her throat softly. Euryale turned around slightly, arching an eyebrow in response but otherwise saying nothing.

"Pardon me. We were a bit shaken up as well," Mash said apologetically. Euryale nodded with a soft 'humph' but didn't reject the apology out of hand. Seeing this, mash continued speaking. "Is Asterios over there the one who put up the Bounded Field?"

"That's right. It wasn't meant to trap you guys here, though. It was to prevent the enemies outside from entering."

"The Dragon Tooth Warriors?" I asked softly. Euryale's face morphed into one of distaste, but this time it wasn't aimed at me. She shook her head.

"No. These were already here when I met Asterios. They're annoying, and seem to be searching for something, but they aren't who I was talking about."

"I see," Mash said. "But, unless you remove this field, we'll be stuck here…" Euryale released her grip on Asterios's arm, and hummed for a moment, looking thoughtful. Finally, she gave us a lazy shrug.

"Mmm, fine," she said dismissively. Drake's eyes widened slightly.

"Well, that didn't take a lot of convincing," she remarked. Euryale waved her hand dismissively, though.

"It's a simple numbers game," she responded. "There are only two ways out of here. Either Asterios dies, or we remove the field. In that case, I'd rather remove the field." She paused for a moment, before looking away, and we could barely hear her next sentence. "…It's much better than being alone, anyways."

I winced slightly, feeling sympathy for the girl. As abrasive as she was, it reminded me too much of how Mordred had been in life. Few people deserved to live life alone. Those few who did, were the worst of the worst. And the gorgon before us had yet to do something worth that opinion of mine.

"I see," Drake said, before a crooked smile creeped up onto her lips. "Yes, I think I like you. But, you're so cornered that you and Asterios had to put up this 'Bounded Field' thing, right?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Euryale said coolly. Drake laughed softly, undeterred by the response she had received.

"It does! See, I love interesting things."

"…Huh?"

"A trip around the world. Adventure. Dungeons. Monsters. Treasure! This world has so many interesting things to offer!" Drake said, extending both arms out to make a sweeping gesture of sorts. "Interesting things tend to be more valuable. That's how this world works. That's why I became a pirate. And that's that. Besides, you smell like money. That's why I'm bringing you aboard my ship."

"H-Hey!" Euryale cried out, recoiling and taking a few steps backwards. She hid half of her body behind a now slowly-recovering Asterios, with only a face filled with outrage poking out as she glared balefully at Drake. "You can't just decide that on your own! Board your ship? You must be insane!"

"You're not the first one to suggest that," I said dryly, and Drake winked at me. Mordred growled softly, but she held her tongue. It was rather cute, seeing the Knight of Rebellion being a bit possessive.

"I already decided! I'm not leaving Asterios behind!" Drake's smirk widened, one hand resting on her hip.

"Now, now, who said anything like that? Asterios is coming with us, too." The Berserker in question blinked slowly.

"Huh?" Euryale said again. Drake's eyes swept over the Minotaur, her smirk somehow managing to grow even bigger by the second.

"So much guts and power…." She paused and adopted a flirtatious look and winked at the Berserker. "And, he's quite a hunk if you look at him long enough!"

I flashed Mordred a sympathetic look as I heard the blonde Saber gagging softly at Drake's words and mannerism. I'd give her a side hug, but again, not something she'd allow me to do with others present. Drake thankfully ignored Mordred, sparing my partner from…whatever she'd have done.

Drake was a force unto herself, after all.

"I'd be the laughingstock of pirates everywhere if I let this talent slip by! Hey, would you like to be a bodyguard on my ship?" Drake inquired, pointing a finger at a stunned Asterios. He stared at his companion, who was also in a state of semi-shock. "If you refuse, there's nothing I can do. Hey, will you two die unless you're cooped up inside an underground maze?"

"Th-That's not really the case," Euryale stammered, still flat-footed by Drake's offer/demand. Shaking her head, the Servant leaned forward slightly, narrowing her eyes as she stared at the grinning pirate. "…Are you sure?"

"Of course I am!" Drake instantly replied with a bark of laughter. "I'll pay you well, too. Oh, but don't expect any health benefits from us."

"That's not the issue. I mean…" Euryale paused, rubbing her chin as she mulled over Drake's words. "As long as you are okay with it. Asterios, what do you want to do?" She asked of her taller companion. We all looked at him. By this point, at least half of his wounds had healed, and he was no longer bleeding.

"Go."

"Are you sure?" Asterios nodded, pointing at the gorgon.

"If…you…go…me…follow. Alone…lonely," Asterios said with great effort. I flinched again at the idea of being all alone down here in the darkness. Euryale nodded, a pleased yet mysterious smile appearing on her child-like lips.

"I see," she said pleasantly, before looking back at Drake. "Very well then, we'll board your ship. Ah! But I'll need for one of you to prepare my own room. I have no intent of showing my face to common pirates. Of course, your ship has a bath right. Oh, and also—" I tuned out the rest of Euryale's list of demands. Geeze, talk about being a spoiled brat. I instead turned towards my friends.

"Senpai, Senpai!" Mash excitedly nudged Rits, looking quite relieved by the outcome. "It seems that things went quite well without us needing to interject further."

"All's well that end's well," my fellow Master said in agreement, a lopsided smile showing as his shoulders lowered slightly, all tension now gone from him.

"Good point," Mash said with a knowing nod. I chuckled dryly.

"A bit optimistic a statement, but also fitting here," I added in agreement.

"Still, the Minotaur was supposedly a monster. One that devoured children offered up as sacrifices, but…"

"Put me on your shoulders, Asterios," Euryale demanded. Without a moment's hesitation, the Berserker in question bent down, allowing for the small and light-weight gorgon to mount him. "Oh my, you're even taller than my loser sister."

Asterios stood back up slowly. "Uh…Uh…Uh…"

"Ouch! Crouch down a little more! My head's going to hit the ceiling otherwise!"

"…Uuu…" Asterios said, complying and earning a satisfied hum of approval from his companion as they started to walk back the way we had come from.

"Those of us whose tales have been lionized in Greek myth tend to not be given the most flattering of portrayals," Medea said softly, the words tinged with bitterness. Before Rits or I could offer any words of comfort or sympathy, the Caster started moving, following the still-demanding Euryale atop an incredibly-patient Asterios. Drake shook her head, laughing some more.

"Ahahaha! My, goddesses sure have lots of demands! Come on, let's go. The sooner I can see the sun and my ship, the better!"

"Those may be some of the finest words yet that I have heard you utter," I said, earning another bout of laughter from the pink-haired pirate. Needing no further urging, we began to follow after the trio of Greek Servants. I gestured towards Mordred to slow down, so that my partner and I would be the rear guard.

She nodded in understanding, dismissing her helmet to reveal a face that was pinched slightly in pain, My stomach lurched slightly at seeing the one I loved in discomfort, but I waited a few more minutes to give us a little more distance from the others, but not dangerously so.

"You did great back there," I said with a soft smile. Despite the mild discomfort she seemed to be in, Mordred adopted that pleased, proud smirk of hers.

"Heh, did you expect anything less from me?" Mordred said with a smirk, before wincing. "Damn, the fight was a bit harder than I had expected, though," she added with an almost inaudible grunt. I frowned.

"How bad's the damage?" I whispered, now that Mordred and I were (relatively) alone, and I could safely ask the question that had been bothering me since the fight ended. I saw her wince slightly again as she breathed in sharply.

"Broken rib or three. That bastard hits hard," she said softly.

"Can you show me where? I'd like to take a moment to heal that up, if you don't mind?"

"Sure. No point in keeping myself in pain or anything, after all."

With the permission I had needed now given, I gingerly placed the palm of my right hand to the area my lover had indicated. Closing my eyes, I activated my Magic Circuits and pushed some of my mana into her.

The knight took in another sharp breath, before exhaling in relief as I helped speed up the recovery process for her. A second later, I turned off my Circuits and retracted my hand. "Better?" I asked with a soft smile.

"Mmm, yeah. Thanks, Jacob," Mordred said, stretching with a pleased smile. "Now, come on, let's catch up with the others.

The Lancer sighed softly, watching his…teammates. Not for the first time since meeting them was the Servant silently praying to the gods to grant him both the patience and strength to resist the urge to take his chances in the ocean, rather than deal with this rowdy crew.

"Please, let me kill him," the short female pirate with white hair and wrapped up in a gray-and-black cloak of some sort whined for the umptieth time. Next to her, the pirate's friend rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, Mary, you've already gotten your answer to that question of yours," the taller, busty blonde chided gently. A large-caliber musket, as the Lancer had learned about, was slung over her back. She wore an open, single-breasted coat dyed a brilliant shade of crimson, with false gold lacing further brightening the getup. It also made it seem like it was the only thing the blonde was wearing. "Earthworms, cockroaches, even plague-ridden rats are all living things, anyways, you know? That means it is okay for this Servant to live. I shall allow it," she said, though the weary sigh tacked on at the end kind of ruined the sentiment.

The Servant she was referring to, their Captain, was watching them all with an uncomfortable-pleased expression on his face. "Ohoho! LOL. My, my, such intense and poisonous talk you're engaging in yet again! LOLOLOL!" Everyone rolled their eyes at him as the black-haired man continued killing air. "Heh-Heh! LOL Missy Anne is always so gentle when she throttles me."

"Let's kill him, Anne," Mary whispered as the duo of female pirates stared blankly at the Captain. "We'd be doing the world a favor." Anne shook her head, though not without a tad bit of reluctance.

"I said no….again. If you keep your distance, he's just a shameful, unpleasant, rambling and stinking guy, right?" Anne said soothingly. The Lancer heard her smaller friend grumbling something unintelligible under her breath, but whatever it was she said, Anne was satisfied, for she gave Mary a warm smile. The Lancer continued watching as he leaned against the main mast while Anne addressed the Captain.

"Now, Captain, give us your orders soon, or I'll gouge, crush, and blow away that lighter-than-a-balloon head of yours," Anne said with remarkable cheer, as if she hadn't threatened to brutally murder the apparently-insane Rider in charge.

The Captain's eyes widened, and he pressed the palm of his hook-free hand to his forehead, an exaggerated, perhaps comical, wide-eyed expression. "Oops, good heavens me! LOL, sorry, sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly before performing a sweeping bow. "Please, let me work hard from now on. LOLOLOL.

Silence. The Lancer watched with morbid interest as Anne's right eyebrow began to twitch violently. Her face started to adopt a ruddy hue, as Mary adopted the role of de-escalation this time.

"Anne, calm down or you might pop a vessel."

"Going into totally serious mode! Wowowowow! It's coming, coming, coming—"

"And my patience is going, going, going," The Lancer said under his breath as the Captain once more ignored his imminent demise.

"And so, my brothers, that oh-so-divine, priceless singing voice belonging to Euryale—Let's go catch her!" The Servant said, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically, as if expecting an applause (which would happen when Tartarus froze), before pausing. "Oh, and the you-know-what from the old hag, too!"

"That's the main target, idiot," Anne growled out through tightly-clenched teeth.

"It's no good. He can only think about Euryale. At least he's after her voice, and not wanting to do indecent things to her. Fine, we'll just have to be careful," Mary groaned resignedly. The Lancer agreed. As much as he found the idea of chasing after a…Loli, was it? Anyways, at least they were chasing after one with no sexual interest shown by the Captain. Otherwise, orders or not, this old man would have to break orders.

"Duhuhuhu! Miss Euryale's so fine! I love the way that she can sing!" The Captain said cheerfully, rubbing his palms together excitedly. "Now, Missy Mary Read! Missy Anne Bonny! Mistah Eric Bloodaxe! And—" Damn it, so much for being ignored…

"Teacher! Our teacher! Please, take the field!" His 'boss' ordered. The Lancer sighed, summoning his weapon and pushing himself off of the mast, walking over towards the others. He sighed heavily once more.

"Ah, I wonder…I never did anything great enough to be called a teacher, yeah? As you can see, I'm a bit of an underdog." The Lancer felt his eyebrow twitch briefly as the bizarre Rider clapped his back happily, laughing once more like a loon.

"Haha, stop joking! With you by our side, Hector, great hero of the Trojan War, our power level will be over 9,000! Plus, we have had a nutritionally-balanced breakfast! Great and Ne-Great!"

Hector blinked slowly, before turning towards the three other Servants nearby. "…Hey, guys. Are you really okay with a captain like this?" He waited for an answer, and to his dismay, no one replied, Anne and Mary in particular glaring heatedly at the Servant in question. "Hello?"

"Ahnm, these freezing glares of fire feel so good. But alas, that's all for now folks! They should be coming out soon, so get ready!" The Captain laughed, as the crew of the ship Hector was aboard began rushing to their battle stations, as he and the others all turned to watch the island just barely visible over the horizon, where their quarry was at.

Just a little longer…

Original Endnotes: And done! What did you guys think about the fight scene? Also, what about the scene with 'The Captain'? Poor Hector, press F in chat :P I totally forgot how bratty Euryale came across when we first meet her, so I hope I didn't over do it? Overall, was it a good chapter?

Now, since they are coming up soon, I must regretfully announce that Artemis and Orion will be featuring in the story. I'll try to tone them down, but no promises sadly. Hope y'all can forgive me for this!

Now, for the question(s) of the chapter! First up: Who is your favorite Greek Servant? Secondly, what was your favorite arc story-wise of the third singularity in the FGO game?

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave your thoughts and support down below! Always eager to hear feedback! I hope you guys and gals enjoyed the chapter, and have a wonderful day! See all of y'all in the next chapter!

Updated Endnotes 10/29/21: As always, the full-updated version of this story can be found at Archive of Our Own, with Chapter 131 having been posted yesterday. Have a great dat, and see you all in the next chapter.