The Sphynx charges the nursery rhyme beast, both colliding hand-in-hand (or, more accurately, fist in paw). They scream at each other, strings of saliva rolling off their monstrous teeth and wiggling tongues. Everything is in slow motion, each heartbeat lasting an eternity. To bear witness to such monstronsity isn't easy on the soul, and all I can do is stand, the hairs on my neck rising in the surrounding madness.
And I'm not going to lie – the two of them are, without a doubt, the two most terrifying things I have ever seen, and them fighting each other? If it doesn't rip a hole in space, they'll definatly tear Japan to shreds before they're done.
And I never thought I could cry again. Not in terror, not in pain.
But here I stand with a single, fat tear rolling down my stupid cheek in pitty. I can barely speak and I drop Rider's staff, my body numb with devastation.
"Lancer."
An eye glistens under the blood that runs from his brow, and a bloodied smile slowly pries at the corners of his lips.
"Don't speak." I command, shaking like a leaf as I fall to my knees. Where is all of this blood coming from? I shuffle around so his head is on my lap and I press my hand gingerly into a wound on his shoulder.
"Don't speak, just… j-j-just keep b-breathing."
His smile grows until he is forced to cough up blood.
"I… tried-"
"Don't speak!" I order, my voice shaking as it rises over the roaring in the background. More explosions erupt behind me somewhere, and the earth trembles as the Sphynx is thrown to the ground.
"J…just don't speak."
"He saved me, he shielded me from most of the blast." He coughs and sputters, blood gurgling from his mouth as his body heaves for oxygen. "But… he. Had. Something. To. Say."
He sputters and raises his head, watching his one working hand as it reaches across his body. I shake my head furiously, pressing down harder and harder on his shoulder.
"Lancer, please, stop. I…" I open my eyes and peer down into him, tears rolling freely down my hideous face. But I cant finish what I'm saying – there's nothing to say, not to this hero. Not to my hero.
"He… he said Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore between his human lips." His head rolls a little as he chuckles despite himself, more blood splattering, but this time protected into my leg. "That boy was a berserker, to say the very least." And he turns back to look at me, hand finally reaching my face.
He cups my face in his hand, in his hand coated in blood. His blood, his enemy's blood, his comrad's blood. He looks me in the eyes one last time, his vibrant, unbelieavably attractive eyes shutting for the last time as they gloss over in tears of his own. He smiles wider while his body spasms, live leaving his body for the last time.
"I… I don't know what that means, but I am sure it is beautiful."
"Lancer, please." The world shakes, the battlefield drawing forth the curtain of a never ending war. "Please. Don't leave me."
"You still have him, and he will protect you." He gasps, drawing in one last breathe; his body begins to ebb away, drifting into stardust and rising as ashes. First it is his legs, then his arms. Until, lastly, is his torso and head, to which sits in my lap, hair perfect as it always was and always will be.
"Never forget what you fight for. Always remember what it means to be a chivarlous person." His face relaxes, muscles softening in peace. "And never, ever forget –
You have but one mission, and that is to survive."
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Sorry, the last transition/sappy update. I promise!