[ Those are more generous terms than she expected given how angry Mordred was. With Gray already agreeing to the fight, it would have been an open invitation for Mordred to give her a one-sided thrashing. It seems Mordred's pride stands above her mood... and above the disadvantage she suffers from the sun. That said, Gray notes dryly that the odds would still be impossibly stacked in Mordred's favor if Gray were as unarmed as she appears to be now — and probably even if Gray only had a "normal" weapon. Clarent may have been a ceremonial sword in legend, but Gray has no doubt it now enjoys all the hidden benefits of being a Servant's weapon.
With an internal thank-you to Gen, Gray reaches into her cloak and withdraws Add. Fighting a Servant, whatever the terms, remains a daunting prospect that would make her tremble if she stopped to think about it. But with Add in hand, there's always a chance. Her most constant hope, her dearest friend.
Add looks at Mordred silently, golden eyes set into blackness, before unraveling to reform into a large, elaborate scythe in Gray's hand. Perhaps its many faces and motifs will look familiar to Mordred from a fight in the fog many months ago. ]
I agree. I'll fight by the same rules... and this scythe will be my only weapon.
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With an internal thank-you to Gen, Gray reaches into her cloak and withdraws Add. Fighting a Servant, whatever the terms, remains a daunting prospect that would make her tremble if she stopped to think about it. But with Add in hand, there's always a chance. Her most constant hope, her dearest friend.
Add looks at Mordred silently, golden eyes set into blackness, before unraveling to reform into a large, elaborate scythe in Gray's hand. Perhaps its many faces and motifs will look familiar to Mordred from a fight in the fog many months ago. ]
I agree. I'll fight by the same rules... and this scythe will be my only weapon.