Boom!
Kablam!
Fsshhh...
Flashes of all kinds erupted in the air, as Caster unleashed a barrage of magical spells, each aimed to incapacitate her enemies. Though she was unable to manifest most of her skills due to picking a Non-Magus as her Master, she could sense the same from the little girl playing as a knight. As for the African (hey, my skin's tanned, not black! – A certain unwilling Guardian), from the way he handled the swords, to her he seemed more like an Assassin than...whatever he may be.
Heh, having noobs for a Master makes my job all the more easier. Now all that's left before my wedding with Souichiro-sama is– What the fuck is that!?
Jumping down from above, a 3-m tall furry landed right smack-dab in the middle of their fight, cracking the pavement beneath it. Though its brown eyes held no malice, Medea could not help but feel an instinctive sense of disgust emanating from its very soul...
"COMR AND FACE YOUR DOOM, YOU UNHEATHEN CUNT!"
With a large swing, Artoria swung Excalibur at it, only to have her eyes shrink...
Held between its monkey-like hands, the sword was stopped in its tracks, frozen in place
Shi–
With a single thrust, Saber was launched in the air, unable to do anything, still stuck in disbelief...
"ARTORIA!"
Bellowing in disbelief, EMIYA dashed straight at the beast, projecting Kanshou and Bakuya. Believing in the strong anti-monster properties of the swords, Archer went all out, using every ounce of his energy to attack Bigfoot.
Crack...
Eyes widened in fear, for the swords shattered in front of his very eyes. Before he could jump back, the beast grabbed his arm. He could only watch in horror as it ripped out his left arm, shoulder and all, before tossing him aside, using the arm as a make-shift toy.
What scared him the most was that throughout this whole ordeal, he never felt an ounce of malice...
Just like a little, innocent baby
Pew, pew, pew...
A barrage of bullets landed on it, slightly singeing its hair. Seeing that its fur was slightly burned, it licked its fingers, before cleaning the burnt part off, revealing, to Caster's horror, that it was all just show. Beneath the thick layer of soot was its fur, still lush and shiny...
"Archer, quickly do something! We'll all be screwed if you don't do anything! Oh don't give me those eyes, you know well enough that Saber's Master is a weakling, and mine is just a normal man. Why do you think I've been setting those magic circles to drain people's vitality!"
Rolling his eyes, EMIYA realised he had no choice but to unleash his Noble Phantasm. Standing still with his remaining arm, he blocked off as much pain as he could as he began uttering the (infamous) lines...
I am the bone of my sword,
Steel is my body,
And fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades, Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons,
Yet those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works–"
Swoosh!
"IN THE NAME OF THE ADMINISTRATOR, I CAST YOU DOWN!"