[ What is happening now...? Pain, blood? Gah. In spite of being the goddess of death, Ereshkigal really doesn't like gore and bloody sights. But why was this happening so suddenly? W-Was this her doing? No way, he's a Servant! He can totally resist a bunch of chairs being thrown his way without a scratch.
Was it an attempt at deceiving her, perhaps? Getting her to lower her guard so he can lunge in for a kiss?! Surely not even this Archer could be that despicable! She lowered the chair she had been about to throw at him and put it back on the ground. ]
W-What's happening to you?
[ She approached him, hesitantly so. She did not have any healing powers outside of the Blessing of Kûr so it wasn't like she could really do anything for him... But she wasn't going to stand by and watch as someone was dying, even if they were the most annoying person she'd ever met. ]
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Was it an attempt at deceiving her, perhaps? Getting her to lower her guard so he can lunge in for a kiss?! Surely not even this Archer could be that despicable! She lowered the chair she had been about to throw at him and put it back on the ground. ]
W-What's happening to you?
[ She approached him, hesitantly so. She did not have any healing powers outside of the Blessing of Kûr so it wasn't like she could really do anything for him... But she wasn't going to stand by and watch as someone was dying, even if they were the most annoying person she'd ever met. ]