Get off of me! I am King, you cannot accost me in this fashion!
[Smack, smack, smack, as tail after tail hit him and fang after fang dig into his poor, pale, perfect flesh. It's not a matter of overpowering them so much as overpowering his own revulsion long enough to attack with proper force, but perhaps this really is another side to Gilgamesh—a side that suggested he wasn't actually the most adept swordsman, that his form far paled in comparison to the King of Knights and that when it came to melee his skills really were, well, less than great.
But he tempers himself. He can do this! He won't falter in front of Saber! He makes a grab, takes a stab, and...
...
...oh. Uh-oh. That half-severed body once belonging to a rat winds up flung in Saber's face.]
no subject
[Swing. And a miss!]
...trying...!
[Slice. Oh so close!]
Get off of me! I am King, you cannot accost me in this fashion!
[Smack, smack, smack, as tail after tail hit him and fang after fang dig into his poor, pale, perfect flesh. It's not a matter of overpowering them so much as overpowering his own revulsion long enough to attack with proper force, but perhaps this really is another side to Gilgamesh—a side that suggested he wasn't actually the most adept swordsman, that his form far paled in comparison to the King of Knights and that when it came to melee his skills really were, well, less than great.
But he tempers himself. He can do this! He won't falter in front of Saber! He makes a grab, takes a stab, and...
...
...oh. Uh-oh. That half-severed body once belonging to a rat winds up flung in Saber's face.]