Animal to Animal

Sparring is a key part of training as a servant. It allows you to hone their skills, of course, but also and just as importantly, it’s a great way for servants to know each other. Their strengths, their weaknesses, their fighting style, all the better for smooth teamwork and better communication, blah blah blah. In other news, Artoria, Caster, she who chants, soft squishy support mage who would never hurt a fly, is going to fucking murder Ritsuka.

Provided she survives. Obviously. Cu Alter spars the same way he fights, that is to say that his every moves are aimed to kill. Artoria jumps, dodges, sidesteps, while this accursed lance strikes relentlessly. Fuck the whole sparring system and fuck Ritsuka for pairing her up with a monster and fuck Cu Alter for looking down on her he is so clearly taking it easy fuck you fuck you fuck you-

She jumps sideway to avoid a swipe of his lance, then ducks when he strikes with claws. Artoria doesn’t have time to think; she only has a split second before he pulls both his weapons back. She reaches for her breast pocket, pulls out a vial, and slams it on the underside of Cu Alter’s arm.

The bottle shatters, sending small glass shards into his flesh. He doesn’t even flinch at that. A second later though, and the mixture starts sizzling and hissing, acid eating away at his skin, and that gets a grunt out of him.

Artoria can’t help a feral grin. Take that, motherfucker. She has no doubt that this is barely an hindrance to him though; this earned her another second, but no more. Think. Think. The mixture is tearing down his defense. If she had a knife, she could easily lop off his entire arm. She has no knife. Her grin is wide. Her teeth are bared.

Artoria latches onto him and bites.

Her canines are fully out, her glamour methodically broken down by Cu Alter’s previous assault. Her lips burn against that flesh, but it doesn’t matter; she sinks her deep as deep as her jaw will allow, and then violently jerks her head back, taking a huge chunk of muscle with her. She spits it out without even thinking about it, and bites again, and again, and again, seeking to dig her way to his bone.

She’s quick, determined, and extremely pissed; but that’s not enough. A strong hand grabs the back of her collar and pulls her off his arm, dangling her in front of Cu Alter’s face.

“Not bad.” Is that meant to be a praise? While he’s holding her like a misbehaving cat? Bitch. “You should have aimed somewhere softer, though. You’re too weak. You can’t do any real damage unless you go for the fragile bits.”

He tilts his head to the side for emphasis, baring his throat, and her blood boils. Weak?? Weak?? After all the shit he made her go through in the past half hour, he has the fucking gall to call her weak?? Fuck you fuck you fuck you she’ll show him weak.

She spits his own blood at his face. He doesn’t flinch either, obviously, merely blink rapidly- but it does take him aback enough for his grip to weaken. She strikes his wrist with everything she has, and when he drops her, she jumps right for his throat.

His jugular wields by the first bite, earning her another grunt. This is Cu Alter, though, the one-man army, so she can’t afford to stop at a single lethal strike. She keeps mauling him, again and again and again. The stronger the taste of copper in her mouth, the more riled up she becomes. The more red gushes down her chin, the more savage she becomes. After so fucking long being forced to dodge and jump and run, there is something downright ecstatic in getting to finally finally fight back. Take that, Cu Alter, take that, fate, take that, Tintagel and Fairy Britain and this stupid-ass prophecy-

He pulls her off him again. She’s about to bark at him, to ask him if that’s weak in his book-

A mouth covers her own. She startles at that sudden heat. She’s still filled with violence, so when a tongue touches her own, she bites down by reflex, pulling her head back. The flesh is softer than anything she’s ever felt before- and with a bit of insistence, the whole thing comes off, pulled out Cu Alter’s mouth to dangle from her lips.

It’s like a cold shower. Brutally, Artoria falls down from her high. She becomes acutely aware of the warmth of blood all over her face, of the ache of her teeth from biting so much, of Cu Alter’s fucking tongue still halfway through her mouth. She drops it hurriedly. Caster, they call her, mage, spell-weaver, but right now she has nothing of a scholar and even less of a sword- she’s acting like an animal, pure and simple.

“I,” Horror dawns on her. She feels like she’s about to retch. “I-”

But

Cu Alter

Grins.

He has no tongue to speak anymore, his mouth filled with blood and a vague stump barely starting to grow back. But his teeth are sharp, sharp as hers- and so when he tilts his head again, showing off the other side of his throat, she understands what he means, animal to animal.

He’s taunting.

That realization alone washes away any horror she would have felt. How dare he. How dare he. Here she was, about to have a breakdown over his health- and he’s daring her to do it again? Does he think that she can’t? That she won’t do it? That she didn’t truly want to do this? His flesh had caved so easily here, unlike his arm. If she goes at it again, she’ll hurt him much worse. She can do it. She can do it.

And that’s exactly what he’s asking for.

Ah. She understands, animal to animal.

This is seduction.

“What the fuck.” She growls out. “You’re fucked up.”

She doesn’t see his answer, if there is any. She’s already diving back down. Fine by her if he wants to jerk off to this. She wants to hurt him, she wants to tear him apart, she wants to inflict unfathomable violence upon him until the unspeakable rage that has been haunting her for years finally calms down-

And he can take it. He can take it.

She bites, and in her mouth, his blood tastes like freedom.

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