Cruel and Unusual Turn of Fate
A flashing of booming light erupted before Hal, as the experience often was when summoning a Heroic Spirit. The process conducted within accordance to the norm for one to be brought before them.
His company watching is as much amazement as the Senpai.
The swirl subsided with a figure standing before them. His sullen demeanor was more than familiar to more than a few. Clad almost entirely in black armor along with a dark blue fur-lined cloak draped over his left side. Possessing slicked-back black hair and pale skin.
The Iron Hand himself. Agravain.
Mordred was the least taken aback.
The rest were gasping, a seldom voice uttering a non-malicious "Huh?"
"Greetings." Agravain uttered somberly. "I am—"
The words halted in his breath as he took stock of certain familiar faces among those to act as his welcoming party.
"Gawain? Mordred? Tristan? Bedivere? Percival? Gareth? Lancelot? My King?"
Mash—or perhaps the Galahad side of her—was tempted to summon her Shield, Lord Camelot. Hal merely smiled, stretching out his arms. Telling him "Welcome to Chaldea, Sir Agravain."
The Executive's right eye twitched with dismay.
He escaped from one existence of despair for another.
Agravain responded to this by muttering "Respectfully, I must decline, young Master." Beginning an attempt to return to the Throne of Heroes—not sure if he was able to fully do this or not, put he was going to do his damnes—, only for Mordred to grab hold of him
"Oh no yah don't!"
Agravain struggling in vain against his sister, soon Gawain would aid the Knight of Betrayal in subduing their kin from his effort to retreat from this reality of Chaldea.
"It is only fair you aid us, Brother."
"Living through the hell of you people once over wasn't enough?"
Mordred told him bluntly "Of course not."
All as the new Master observed.
Hal was unable to determine who had been wronged by fate: Chaldea or Iron Agravain.
Citation: inspired by Sir Agravain peace's out by misuko_mm