[Again, the dagger merely formed a dent into the bark before falling limply to the ground. With a hard pull on the chain, the dagger flew wildly backward, its owner catching it effortlessly in the palm of her hand.]
[It has struck the same point three times, and yet the result is the same. Has the blade has dulled so far that it cannot penetrate something so simple?]
[She looked down at the nail-like blade, her thumb caressing the tip, gentle enough that under any normal circumstances, it would have drawn blood.]
[Or, have I been rendered so weak?]
[Rider hasn't been in this world for even a half day, and already she had determined the limits that had been placed upon her exceeded anything she could have anticipated. The Servant had been completely cut off from Prana, its use, her sense. In fact, all of her senses have dulled, her strength had waned, all to that of a feeble human.]
[She was completely cut off from the world she knew.]
Master? What's wrong? [That small creature that had been at her side since she left that room. Wormmon, as it called itself, and he had pledged himself to her as though she were the magi.]
I will not instruct you again, do not call me by that title.
But M- [Wormmon couldn't see the look the Servant was giving him through that visor, nor did he want to.] 'Rider' sounds unnatural. Are you sure that's what you want me to call you?
Yes. [She answered in a single word. It was all that was necessary.] Let's go.
[With a pivot of the heel, Rider was already walking off before Wormmon realized what had just happened.]
rider (medusa) | fate/stay night (heaven's feel)
[It has struck the same point three times, and yet the result is the same. Has the blade has dulled so far that it cannot penetrate something so simple?]
[She looked down at the nail-like blade, her thumb caressing the tip, gentle enough that under any normal circumstances, it would have drawn blood.]
[Or, have I been rendered so weak?]
[Rider hasn't been in this world for even a half day, and already she had determined the limits that had been placed upon her exceeded anything she could have anticipated. The Servant had been completely cut off from Prana, its use, her sense. In fact, all of her senses have dulled, her strength had waned, all to that of a feeble human.]
[She was completely cut off from the world she knew.]
Master? What's wrong? [That small creature that had been at her side since she left that room. Wormmon, as it called itself, and he had pledged himself to her as though she were the magi.]
I will not instruct you again, do not call me by that title.
But M- [Wormmon couldn't see the look the Servant was giving him through that visor, nor did he want to.] 'Rider' sounds unnatural. Are you sure that's what you want me to call you?
Yes. [She answered in a single word. It was all that was necessary.] Let's go.
[With a pivot of the heel, Rider was already walking off before Wormmon realized what had just happened.]
Wait for me!