You are the resplendent King of Knights, are you not? She who drew the sword from the stone, who rescued Britain from despair?
[There it is, on full display. A+ Charisma at its finest. He speaks, therefore it is truth, therefore...]
It will hold long enough.
[The chains chafe. Gilgamesh lets go of Saber to draw his bow, and not an arrow, but his longsword. He intends to use it in place of standard ammunition, nocking it a bit awkwardly. It's the first time he's tried this, and if it were his aim to look Cool in front of his would be wife he's not at all pulling it off, but for once he's not here for style points. He's here to win, and as he pulls the sword back, power begin to build in the bow.
The chains chafe, and then they break. The bird begins to peck, and claw, and tear at the barrier, breaking a little away each time. But Gilgamesh holds firm, standing beside his once and future enemy. He waits for his chance. He lets the weapons sync together, pulls his focus to a very fine point.
He's lost both Ea and the Gate itself here. This is no Noble Phantasm, no Enuma Elish, yet he channels all his energy into it. And at this range... a point blank shot... it could clinch the match. If he hits the heart, it's game over. But will the barrier last? Will Saber last?]
You will hold—
[Does he say it to Saber, to the bird, or to himself? It's impossible to tell.
Gilgamesh releases the shot, and the sword flies. It's up to fate now what unfolds next.]
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[There it is, on full display. A+ Charisma at its finest. He speaks, therefore it is truth, therefore...]
It will hold long enough.
[The chains chafe. Gilgamesh lets go of Saber to draw his bow, and not an arrow, but his longsword. He intends to use it in place of standard ammunition, nocking it a bit awkwardly. It's the first time he's tried this, and if it were his aim to look Cool in front of his would be wife he's not at all pulling it off, but for once he's not here for style points. He's here to win, and as he pulls the sword back, power begin to build in the bow.
The chains chafe, and then they break. The bird begins to peck, and claw, and tear at the barrier, breaking a little away each time. But Gilgamesh holds firm, standing beside his once and future enemy. He waits for his chance. He lets the weapons sync together, pulls his focus to a very fine point.
He's lost both Ea and the Gate itself here. This is no Noble Phantasm, no Enuma Elish, yet he channels all his energy into it. And at this range... a point blank shot... it could clinch the match. If he hits the heart, it's game over. But will the barrier last? Will Saber last?]
You will hold—
[Does he say it to Saber, to the bird, or to himself? It's impossible to tell.
Gilgamesh releases the shot, and the sword flies. It's up to fate now what unfolds next.]