Pinned down on the bed by Arcueid, he couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable, as if he were a delicate girl about to be ravaged. No matter how much he struggled, it seemed futile, unable to create even the slightest ripple.
Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice
With a towering and massive body, like a chariot breaking through, the warrior of love stands tall as a giant, supporting the crumbling blue sky for the weak. With a smile like a maiden's, he turned his head back, casting a reassuring gaze toward Shirou. "Fear not, the weak one. For I am here!"
Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice
"I am the sword of the weak, the shield of the oppressed. My sword cuts through the chains that bind them, my eyes gaze upon the light of freedom, and my feet walk the road of freedom. Can you see it, the weak? The road to freedom!"
Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice
"She's very beautiful as well. I get a lot of stares for being so close to her… not that I blame them. Any man would be lucky to be so close with a girl like Syr."
"... Rule number 1 in the Dungeon, things can and will always get worse, so move your ass before it's too late." Said Silver as he released yet another Killer ant onto the tunnel, watching the girls flee from them
Halfway through peeling the skin from the cow, a woman who appeared to be twenty to thirty years old rolled out, both legs still wrapped in those of the cow. Her skin and the cow's skin were connected, but her upper body had already been separated from the cow's skin.