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Gilgamesh	The King of Heroes is *beaten the hell up*.      He still looks perfect, of course. His golden form is only enhanced by the bandages wrapped about his head and chest and arms. One of his eyes is covered, much of his neck, some of his face, even his fingers. And yet despite all the obvious damage he's taken, on Gilgamesh those bandages are as beautiful as gold and jewelry. Around his neck is hanging his beast-fang necklace. His black coat settles down around his back, his white turtleneck covering the worst of the damage. He won't scar, of course. He never scars. But a substantial amount of his power is going to healing himself right now, and the whole of the Gate of Babylon is currently undergoing cleaning, so he's basically on his own.      He's standing in the Shrine of Adversity amidst a city. It's not a shining modern city. It's a clay thing, all stone and kiln-fired brick, set in between high walls. Outside the city is a beautiful green plain where two rivers meet, rolling farmlands that turn into a jungle in short order. Above, the sun is hot and warm.      It is Babylon. Though it's only a spectre, the image of its greatness is forever enshrined in the heart of the King, and easy to call forth in a place like this.      He's playing with one of his countless cell phones as he waits.
Archer EMIYA	Archer enters the chamber unannounced, dressed in his usual red mystical and not looking like somebody put him through a wood chipper. While not personally familiar with the scenery before him, he's pretty positive he knows what Gilgamesh chose to emulate. Rolling his shoulders and sighing, he makes his way to the King of Heroes, his arms folded tightly against his chest as he quietly watches them mess with their phone with a bit before commenting. "I never thought I'd see the First Recorded Hero playing games on a phone, but here I am." Archer says this with a large smug smile plastered on his face, though it quickly fades as he becomes a bit more serious. "Well then, whenever you're ready. Since you're being so kind as to not use any of your treasury, I'll return the favor by letting you start. Go on, aim for wherever you want."
Gilgamesh	"It is a way to pass the time," Gilgamesh says idly before discarding the phone into the ripple over his shoulder. "I don't much care for it. Y'...*Youtube*...offers some pleasant distractions. Considering how many fools are screaming into the void, I suppose it had to happen, statistically."      The damaged King rolls his shoulder slightly, testing his range of motion. "If you insist."      Gilgamesh starts walking forward. His fingers flex as he makes a fist, like he hasn't done it in some time. They relax.      Then he's off.      He's running straight along the Babylonian street. Dust kicks up in his wake as he surges forward. He's fast, faster than a human has any right to be, faster than a human should be capable of. His hand goes right to grab Archer's head and shove him headfirst into one of the stone walls, to smash him right through the scenery and into some home or store or shop conjured out of memory. And he's more than strong enough to do it, too.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia isn't here to fight, and she isn't really here to talk to anyone. She just wants to watch. King of Heroes (whom she is currently still mad at) and someone who seems to think he can beat some sense into Gilgamesh's head. She makes herself comfortable on one of the rooftops, complete with lawn chair and parasol and lemonade, which she sips as she observes the first strike.
Doctor Strange	A burning orange glyph in the shape of an eye appears above the street. Sarra can see it from her vantage point, and it is low enough that Archer and Gilgamesh would also be able to see it, provided they can spare the attention from one another. It winks out a few seconds after appearing.      Doctor Stephen Strange floats through the spot, as if entering in from some other layer of reality. The space around him ripples, a ring of broken glass that disappears once he fully enters. He is different than usual. The sorcerer is translucent, immaterial. "Don't mind me," says the doctor's astral form. "Figured I'd stop by." More than that, he's dressed in casual clothes: a plain grey t-shirt and sweatpants.      Even though he's here in some sort of spirit form, his hands are wrapped in bandages. He, too, must've just had some sort of fight.
Archer EMIYA	True to his words, Archer let's Gilgamesh have the first blow. He doesn't even move. The King of Heroes gets a firm grip on the Nameless Hero's face and through the wall of some store with little effort, but thankfully for him heroic spirits from Moon Cell are apparently just as tough as any other. He's quick to get up, and quick to shake off whatever feeling of daze he might have. He lets out a half-hearted chuckle as he rubs his jaw, a few bruises already visible on his face. "I should have expected that. Ah, well. That's your only freebie. You're gonna have to work for the rest." Archer's hands fall down to his mystic code for a moment, quickly dusting it off before sprinting back at Gilgamesh empty handed, though the way his hands are positioned seem to suggest they should be holding onto something. "Trace..." With one word, a sword materializes in their hand its guard gold and ornate while the pommel holds a clear jewel. "Sorry." He's not sorry though. He swings the flat of the newly formed blade with all the might he can muster, aiming to send the King flying.
Gilgamesh	Archer hits him. More than that - Archer hits him with a weapon he knows he owns. The flat of his blade hits him in the face, and he skids backwards, hitting a building with enough force to blow through it. If this wasn't the Shrine of Adversity, his face might be bleeding. Since it is, Archer merely gets a look at Gilgamesh's bright red eye. He's probably never seen Gilgamesh fight like this, never seen the King of Heroes fight on the ground like a mortal man, punching and kicking. Then again, even on the ground, Gilgamesh doesn't fight like a normal man, exactly.      The King of Heroes comes shooting out of the rubble like a bullet. His knee swings upwards for Archer's face; his hands go for Archer's face, to grab Archer's nose and slam him into the kneecap. It's sort of like Muay Thai, if Muay Thai was performed at superhuman speed and strength, intended to drive the red-clad Servant up through the roof of the building with sheer force of impact.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia blinks as the spectral Doctor appears, then notices his hands. "Still recovering from the incident?" she asks him before idly sipping her lemonade again. She winces and giggles a bit devilishly as Archer is smashed through a building. Even if her mood is dour, seeing someone get hit like that is always good for brightening her day. Especially a jerk like Archer. And then Gilgamesh gets swatted, and that makes her somewhat devious smile bigger. Although, if the good Doctor is paying attention he might notice that some of that deviousness is aimed his way as well. She hasn't forgotten what you did, Strange!
Doctor Strange	"Yeah." Strange touches down on the rooftop beside Sarra. "Healing's taking a while."      When someone is observed taking pleasure at literally everyone else's pain, it leads to certain conclusions being drawn. Strange squints at the princess. The conclusion he draws isn't 'she has a problem with all three of us,' it's more 'she's some kind of sadist.' "Your little plant guys. Familiars? Homunculi? Friends of yours?" He shrugs. Whatever they were... "They were a big help. So were you."      "Ever seen two Heroic Spirits fight before?"
Sarracenia	It's a natural assumption to make, but in this case it just happens to be that she currently doesn't really like anyone here. "They are called Piranha Plants, and they are citizens and soldiers of my kingdom. The Sundew Kingdom is in the middle of a massive overgrown jungle, and they are natives to it. Much more helpful natives than the bug people. We also have humans and toadstool people, but the piranha plants outnumber both by a large margin." Her devious smile turns a bit nicer. "And, yes. They are very helpful when they want to be. I have seen other kingdoms where they are a menace, though. Particularly the Mushroom Kingdom, where their more wild bretheren infest the warp-pipe network. Those shark-like teeth can deliver quite a nasty bite."      Exposition over, she shakes her head. "I have battled Gilgamesh myself, but until the battle with whatever clayface's name was I had not seen such beings fight each other. Have you?" she answers just before wincing at the blow delivered by Gilgamesh. "When he is not being a homicidal, arrogant jerk he is rather fun to watch." she muses quietly.
Archer EMIYA	Archer's quick to raise Durandal to his face to block Gilgamesh's MIGHTY KNEE, though it's only moderately successful. The fake sword snaps and disintegrates under the force of the blow, dampening the impact of the attack but not stopping it completely, as he's still sent flying through the roof and onto it. Even battered and bruised as he is, the King of Heroes is still a considerable threat. Of course Archer knew that, but he's just reaffirming that there's nothing wrong about not fully holding back his punches. Quickly recreating the sword he had before, they jump back down. "Ha, with strength like that, I'd have mistaken you for a Berserker." Trying to catch them off guard with some banter, he quickly swings the back end of the blade into Gilgamesh's stomach, though not before reinforcing it with magic, causing the weapon to glow with green lines.
Gilgamesh	Durandal shatters.      That's what Gilgamesh was looking for. That's what he wanted to see. He goes up, following his own kick onto the roof and skidding down beside Archer as Archer moves to jump down. The back end of the blade goes into Gilgamesh's stomach, hammering against it hard. Green lines spread across it as Archer pours magic into it.      The King of Heroes grabs the sword and catches it in both bandaged hands. His visible eye flairs with light as it impacts. There's a shockwave of force. The roof below the two crumbles, sending them falling into the collapsing building.      "This!" Gilgamesh shouts as they fall, slamming his knee into the false blade to literally break it upon his kneecap. "This is what you need to improve upon!"      From the swing in mid-air, his legs move to lock around Archer's neck. He grabs a piece of rubble and swings Archer down, hard, into the ground, with nothing but the force of his own body behind him.      Gilgamesh lands off to the side, shaking off his hands. "Your duplicates lack the integrity of the real thing. If you're going to make a fake of something that does not exist, you'll need to have enough conviction to make something that can withstand even me."      "You think of these as disposable toys. You don't love or treasure them, so they fail you." Gilgamesh gestures with one hand, the other sliding into his coat pocket. "You don't trust them. You simply take them and launch them away."      "You'll have to get over that foolishness."
Doctor Strange	Everything that Sarra tells Strange about her kingdom is filed away. It might be something to visit later. "Enkidu, your majesty," says Strange. "They're like the original BFFs in most Earths where they existed. One without the other is like Forrest without Bubba." He pauses at the blank look that's sure to get.      He makes another comparison, his tone growing more flat. "Abbott without Costello..." Pause. "Mario without Luigi...?" That he knows those names without knowing Piranha Plants might catch her as weird, or might not. They are famous in her world, after all.      "Whatever, you get the idea." He watches Archer's counterattack with a hand upon his chin. Gilgamesh had mentioned wanting to see Archer come up with an 'original fake.' He kind of wants to see that too--to see what the guy's imagination comes up with when the issue is forced. "The point is, he wasn't himself before they met. It's hard to explain, but he's different now. Whole, maybe."      Strange gestures to the two as they fall to the ground after the attack crumbles the roof the fighters stand upon. "See what I mean? That, that's different. I haven't seen him actually... give advice before. Not in that way." Granted, he's only known the King for a week if that, but even he can see the change.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia does give Strange some blank looks at the lists of names until he mentions Mario and Luigi. "What? Those two are brothers. I am not sure that counts. -And- I don't recall them ever...tearing out a piece of reality quilting?...just to settle a score."      She considers what Strange says about a change in Gilgamesh, and Sarra was very surprised to hear him express any concern at all for the people who were saved not to mention the thanks he expressed. "Perhaps. It did seem like he might have been a bit different after the battle, but..." She gives a bit of a shrug. "I'm not sure. I would be quite happy if he changed enough to care about someone else beyond their combat prowess, but...I have my doubts."      Her expression sours a bit after that. "So...I suppose you've heard of Mario and Luigi and Peach, but never of the beautiful and talented Sarracenia?"
Archer EMIYA	The second Durandal shatters against Gil's knee all the same, and Archer can only look at the King with a look of boredom as he tries to lecture him. Lecture him about his swords. About how they aren't as good as the original, or how he throws them away like useless tools. They're things he already knows, but he doesn't get the chance to retort right away as his face is sent into the ground and through some rubble with amazing force. He does his best to brace for the impact, letting his body go limp as his skull is used to smash debris. If it wasn't for the fact they're in the Shrine, he'd probably be hurting a lot more than he already is, but he's able to pick himself off the floor just fine even after an attack like that. "I could go on about how you didn't want to see everything I have to offer and how you're judging way too early, but that's not what bothers me. I'm not a collector, I'm a smith. I create things, I admire the things I and other people create, and then I use them for their purpose." Archer rolls his shoulders mid sentence, the sound of metal grinding against metal filling the air as he does so. "Now please..." Archer turns around to swing a fist at Gilgamesh's face full force, his words seeming to have stricken a nerve somewhat. "Keep the assessment til after we're done here."
Gilgamesh	Archer's look of boredom is enough to annoy Gilgamesh. That's probably a win for Archer, but it's not the kind of win he wants. The fist smashes forward, reinforced and powered. Gilgamesh's hand snaps up and catches it cold.      "I am not," Gilgamesh says, "/Lecturing/ you."      "I am /advising/ you."      "I do not *lecture* people. Lectures are for priests and courtiers. You are the one who has put limits on yourself. You are the one who has decided that you cannot do something."      "I tell you that there is nothing that the King cannot achieve."      Gilgamesh's foot snaps upwards for Archer's stomach. He presses against it as he releases Archer's hand with all force, moving to kick Archer back through the building. Then he starts walking again.      "If you do not want my advice, then be happy, stuck where you are. Unable to move forward. Unable to change. Make your excuses all you like."      "But I think you could do better."
Doctor Strange	The fight continues to show a side of Gilgamesh that Strange hasn't seen. Even as he kicks archer through the building, the King legitimately seems to want the other Servant to improve, to exceed his limits. It seems like the old King would have just written him off as not worth the effort.      "Well, I'm pretty sure Luigi wasn't sent by Heaven to kill Mario, either, but any metaphor..." He trails off again. "Is that a metaphor, a simile, or an allegory? ...I'm a doctor, not a lit major." He crosses his arms. "Anyway. He'd never felt /challenged/ before he met Enkidu. Never felt like his life was in danger. The world's interesting to him now. He's got a reason to care about it. Maybe... not so much the individual /pieces/ yet, but I think I can get to him now, which is something I wouldn't have said before this."      He raises his eyebrows when Sarracenia mentions Mario, Luigi, and Peach. He doesn't make the connection yet. Turning his attention briefly away from the fight to glance towards her. "...yeah," he says, his tone somewhat incredulous. "Born in '83. I grew up with 'em. First thing I ever had for my Super Nintend..." He looks the princess up and down, as his recollection strikes him. Piranha plants. Airships. Toadstool people. "Oh."      "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I work with a Thomas Edison," mutters the doctor to himself. He clears his throat, speaks up. "No, Princess. I hadn't heard of you before." He's not even going to challenge 'beautiful and talented.' Might get a bomb in the mail or something, with that face she's making. "I think you need a better publicist."
Archer EMIYA	The King of Heroes' foot slams against Archer's stomach, though there's seemingly a bit of resistance that probably shouldn't be there as he quickly reinforces his armor. It doesn't stop them from being sent skidding across the ground several feet though, and he nearly falls to his knees after coming to a stop. "You know what. You're right. I did decide to hold back. I'll own that." Archer breathes heavily as he speaks, trying to regain his wind. "But you still can't really give useful advice if you don't see my best. So my deepest apologies for wasting your time, King of Heroes. Allow me to make up for that." There's a wry smirk on the Nameless Hero raises his right arm straight up into the air, his entire arm covered in green circuitry as his magic circuits begin going into overdrive. "I am the bone of my sword." A single incantation, and with a blinding flash of light Archer's holding a sword that Gilgamesh has never seen before. A sword with gold and blue highlights. A sword with overwhelming power. A sword that should belong to a KING. Except Archer isn't a king, he's a nobody. "EXCALIBUR IMAGE!" Excalibur. That's it name. Archer grasps the hilt of the sword with both hands as the blade glows with warm golden hue, before crashing the blade into the earth in front of him and unleashing a torrent of light at Gilgamesh.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia too notices some difference in Gilgamesh, but it is Doctor Strange's strange words that make her raise her own eyebrow. "...You knew them as children...?" she asks, her expression full of suspicion now. "Even Princess Peach?" she adds after a moment. This at least softens the blow somewhat of his confirmation that he had never heard of Sarracenia before. She lets out a huff of annoyance and crosses her arms, pouting rather childishly. "Of course you hadn't. It is quite unfair. The only thing Princess Toadstool did to garner so much fame was...be kidnapped. Which is really just being weak. But the strong, confident princess with actual personality? Noooo, she is ignored by the masses, the heroes, -and- the villains! Oh pleeeeaaase, forgive me for not being a soft-spoken damsel in distress!"      She is pouting even more after her little rant. She had even almost forgotten there is a battle going on, but the summoning of the sword by Archer and the sudden burst of massive power snaps her back. "Oh goodness!" she exclaims, shielding her eyes from the light and standing up slowly. "He can merely summon weapons from nowhere as well?"
Gilgamesh	It's something he doesn't own, alright.      But it's something that strongly resembles something he owns. It's the light of Merodach, the same shining, glorious light that guarantees victory. The light of Excalibur Image rises into the sky, tearing apart the building around them. It's not as powerful as the true thing, nor even does it shine like Merodach's glory, but that's because Archer's nothing but a fake - a falsehood wielding the power of a king. The torrent of light comes crashing down, and Gilgamesh is caught inside it. The King of Heroes is drowned in the light.      Except he's not.      He's pushing forward. It's tearing him apart. It's shredding through his clothes, through his skin. It's tearing him to pieces, torching his bandages as he walks forward into the destructive light. Each step is effort. Each motion is crushing. The light splits around him, obliterating the buildings and tearing through the walls of Babylon. But his hand comes up.      And as the light dies, Archer can see the burning red eyes of the King, now uncovered. His skin is rebuilding itself rapidly. He's completely naked, all his glory exposed, red lights etched upon his skin like circuitry. He must've burned a lot of prana to do that, to bolster his natural divine power and push onwards through the kingly fire. Even with his injuries, the scars and scratches and open wounds from his prior fight with Enkidu still lingering, the torn-apart skin rebuilding itself, his form is flawless. Golden. Shining.      "And now I have seen your best."      The King cracks his knuckles.      He surges forward, eyes blazing with red fire, body shining with crimson light. He ducks down and moves to uppercut Archer into the sky with all his strength. He leaps up into the air and grabs Archer by the head to try to bring him *smashing* down through the last of the broken building. He slams his foot for Archer's stomach, grinding his heel in, before his other foot swings around to *kick* Archer out from under him and through a wall.      The King lands. He cracks his neck slightly. He snaps his fingers, and his clothes return, bandages and all.      He spares a moment to flash a self-assured grin and a wink at Sarracenia, then looks back at Archer.      "Better."      "I know where we can begin, now."
Doctor Strange	Did he know them when they were children? "You could say that, yeah." He doesn't want to even see the effect an existential crisis would have on someone like Sarracenia, much less be the cause of it. "But hey, don't let it get to you. I've seen you in action. I'd rather have you watching my back than Peach."      Even in his astral form, Strange has to lift a hand to his face, making a visor to keep the light of Excalibur Image from shining into his eyes. "Whoa." He feels the hairs on his arms tingling with the sheer weight of what's been called into the world. "On most Earths," explains Strange to the princess, "That's one of the most famous swords ever. Like, /ever./" He frowns slightly as Gilgamesh just brute forces his way through the devastation. As it burns its way through the King's clothes and even his skin, Strange continues.      "Everything gets named after it, sometimes even things that aren't weapons. The story's been told over, and over, and over again." The spectral sorcerer's mouth hangs slightly agape, his fingers stroking his goatee gingerly. The light dies down.      "And Gilgamesh just withstood it." He understands, now. This wasn't a test to force Archer to think creatively, it was to force him to use his best.
Sarracenia	The blast from Archer's sword hitting Gilgamesh destroys buildings all around...including the one Sarra was standing on. She blinks in surprise as she feels the building start to give way, then leaps up into the sky as it starts to fall. She quickly reaches into her satchel bag and pulls out...a leaf! She holds it up and in a puff of smoke she gains cute raccoon ears and a raccoon tail, which starts to wag immediately and slows her descent to basically the speed of a leaf in freefall.      As she floats down past where Doctor Strange's projection is hovering the princess says, "It does seem to be a magnificent weapon. I wonder if there is some sort of epic quest I could undertake in order to make my own weapon as impressive?"      Perhaps even more impressive than that is the fact that Gilgamesh weathers the attack, and even MORE impressive is the crushing combination of blows that Gilgamesh unleashes on Archer. The grin and wink to Sarracenia makes her blush lightly and look off to the side with a 'hmph!'
Archer EMIYA	Archer's breathing at this point is so heavy it's all he can hear, even as Gilgamesh powers through the overwhelming light of his strongest projection. There's very little resistance to stop the incoming punch on Archer's end, just a silent bracing of pain as the King's fist connects with his face. The sound of someone punching a bag of swords fills the air as Archer is sent rocketing skyward, and the sound of a bag of swords being unceremoniously slammed against the ground fills the air shortly after as he's sent plummeting back into a building below, a small plume of dust filling the air due to the impact. Archer just sits there, trying to think, but unable to. He's spent, he feels a bit sore, but at least at the end of all of this he'll come out as if nothing happened. "Ugh. Can't say I didn't expect this outcome, but I'd be lying if I also said I expected to bear witness to the glory of the King." Archer slowly peels himself off the ground, his clothes tattered and covered in filth. "Anyway, that's it. That's the current strongest weapon I'm capable of creating."
Gilgamesh	Gilgamesh draws in a sharp breath. His prana's empty. He'd been saving as much as he could for exactly that reason. Even the Shrine can't do anything about that; as the Shrine kicks in to purge garnered injuries and reset him back to the state he'd already been in, the King stumbles slightly, off-balance. He is a divine being. He's used to having power. Enkidu drained him, and he's been resting and gathering strength, but that purged everything he had gathered up until this point. Three days of rest had gone into that beating.      Seeing the King of Heroes stumble is *very* odd, indeed.      But as the light of his eyes dies, and the red of his body dies, and the King cracks his neck again, he regains his footing. He respires. A deep breath is enough to put him back in his stride. He's got enough to keep himself steady. The demigod regains his footing and dismisses the projection of Babylon, returning the Shrine to its default state and putting everybody on the same footing.      "It's a start."      Gilgamesh's hand settles in his pocket. "You need to find inspiration. All great artists have begun with inspiration. Something that drives them. A passion that consumes them utterly. What is your passion, Archer? What drive consumes you utterly?"      "Take it, and force it into your work. Make that passion into a blade. Show me."
Doctor Strange	"Absolutely," says the doctor. Anyone can be summoned as a Spirit if their legend is powerful enough. He's sort of just standing on air, at the moment. When the rubble settles, he slowly descends, as if someone had opened a computer program and just dragged him downwards. His bare, ghostly feet touch the ground and he offers what's sure to be infuriatingly useless advice. "But you won't know what it is until you're already on it."      The projection of the Shrine disappears all around him. He places his heavily bandaged hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and frowns with interest. He has nothing to say to Gilgamesh or Archer--to offer anything to either of them might branch things out in a less interesting direction. Will Archer heed the King's guidacne, and create something entirely of his own?
Sarracenia	Sarracenia frowns in contemplation at the Doctor's words. "I see..." she says quietly. When Gilgamesh says the name of his opponent, Sarracenia blinks. "...Archer? But...he didn't use a single missile attack." she says just above a whisper to Doctor Strange. "Shouldn't he be a Swordsman or...oh what is it they call themselves...Saber, I think?"      The princess is quiet after that. She too is curious if Archer is able to take Gilgamesh's advice. She is also surprised that Gilgamesh actually has such advice to give.
Doctor Strange	"Nah," says Strange, a hand cupped over his mouth, also whispering. The other remains in his pocket. "I've met three Spirits now who make weapons just to throw 'em. To be honest, I'm starting to feel like /I'm/ the weird one for not throwing mine." He gives the princess a look out of the corner of his eye. "I bet he throws his, too."      "Besides. If he was a Saber, he'd be able to make something Gilgamesh couldn't just..." He makes a guttural ka-chk sound, and pantomimes breaking a stick over his knee with both hands. "At least, I'm pretty sure."
Archer EMIYA	"I'll keep it into consideration. Though for the moment you'll have to exscuse me if I keep faking it." Archer let's out a grunt of discomfort as he starts rolling his joints, the sound of blades bumping and scrapping against each other filling the air, though thankfully not for long as the Shrine starts to fully undo his damage. "Anyway, hope you gave your fans a good show even though you weren't going all out."
Gilgamesh	Gilgamesh tilts his head irritably. The haughty scoff reappears on his face. OK, so he hasn't changed /that/ much. He may have become more complete but that doesn't mean he's not kind of an asshole. "Very well, then. Do as you please." He waves his hand over his shoulder as he turns. "This is why a fake cannot surpass an original. Because a faker is content with stopping with the imitation."      The King of Heroes puts his hands in his pockets and heads out of the Shrine of Adversity. He stops long enough to glance at Strange.      "Doctor," he says politely, nodding. "If he wants to simply let his talent rot, then I see no reason to correct him."      "I am heading to dinner. Unfortunately, if I wish to regain power after my battle with Enkidu, I have to eat..." He shudders. "/Normal/ food."      "My palette may not survive."      He runs his fingers through his hair and looks at Sarra with a wry smile before he actually heads out.
Sarracenia	Sarracenia doesn't know much of anything about Heroic Spirits, so she just nods lightly at the Doctor's hypothesized explanation. "I will have to take your word for it, Doctor." she says. That swords clinking sound makes her look around in confusion before finally at Archer. That's unusual. Gilgamesh's comment and his wry smile makes Sarracenia smirk lightly in return. "Oh, the horror." she says facetiously. She stretches her arms over her head, then sighs softly. "If the battle here is over then I shall return to my castle. Thank you both for a most entertaining little bout." she says to Archer and Gilgamesh.
Doctor Strange	"You both did." It's the first thing Strange has said to Archer or Gilgamesh today. "I dunno what I expected from you, Archer, but it sure wasn't /Excalibur./" He sharply exhales with amusement, stepping closer so he doesn't have to raise his voice. "And King Gilgamesh just walking through it to sock you in the mouth. ...I'm glad you two are on my side."      "Farewell to you, King of Heroes, and may your dinner exceed your expectations." Kind of formal from s guy in a t-shirt and sweatpants and bare feet. But then, so is the fist-to-palm bow Strange gives Gilgamesh.      "Goodbye, Princess," says Strange to Sarra. "And good luck building your legend." She already seems like a lot to deal with. The thought of someone summoning her as a Heroic Spirit in the indeterminate future fills him with vague dread--but at least her heart's in the right place. Her leaving just leaves him and Archer.      Strange just sort of awkwardly stands there, his translucent form rocking on its heals. "So..." He squints, inclines his head slightly. "You much of a... burger guy?"