The King of Heroes looked on with an impassive face as the Queen of Pain fell. Of all the battles he had faced, of all the servants, gods, legends he had battled, none had ever left him with a strange feeling such as this. Was it surprise? Residual anger? Or was it something else completely? Gilgamesh was unsure. He had come here, in pandora's box, looking for a challenge. He had sought out the great power hope had in hopes of a challenge, perhaps something that would even drive him to unleash the truth, but in return he had been challenged by a girl who at first he thought was a mad dog. But this mad dog had managed to bite the hand of the king, surpassing all of his expectations and shown that she was much higher than the mongrel he believed her to be. She had exceeded every single expectation he had of her and struck him with the dark matter which reminded him so much of the black mud that was the corruption within the holy grail.
This girl, mad as she was, had risen above all expectations the king had for her.
"...take heart that I had to use many more tricks against you than most I open the gate for." he said in a soft voice, unclear if it was contempt or soothing. Was he perhaps attempting to soothe the spirit of a girl overtaken by madness? Or was he simply begrudgingly praising her? Or was he indirectly gloating about his victory over a mongrel who had dared to strike him? No one knew, except for GIlgamesh himself.
With Fragarach returning to his gate and folding his arms once more, Gilgamesh turned to Necrox. "Well, the fight you believed would be endless is over." Gilgamesh spoke. "What will you do now? Will you too raise a sword against the King of Heroes?"
This girl, mad as she was, had risen above all expectations the king had for her.
"...take heart that I had to use many more tricks against you than most I open the gate for." he said in a soft voice, unclear if it was contempt or soothing. Was he perhaps attempting to soothe the spirit of a girl overtaken by madness? Or was he simply begrudgingly praising her? Or was he indirectly gloating about his victory over a mongrel who had dared to strike him? No one knew, except for GIlgamesh himself.
With Fragarach returning to his gate and folding his arms once more, Gilgamesh turned to Necrox. "Well, the fight you believed would be endless is over." Gilgamesh spoke. "What will you do now? Will you too raise a sword against the King of Heroes?"