Ruler
"Servants, protect your Masters!"
Yelling this out, Ruler roughly grabbed the only human of this battle to whom that statement had no relevance, pulling the not-really-a-magus out of harm's way in his own effort to avoid the fist hurtling for him via a tactless dodge to the left.
"What are you?"
It had noticed, as would the other Servants have, and maybe even particularly focused Masters. That wasn't just a brute force strike; even with the "arm" being the unwieldy tower of a castle, even though it didn't have muscle to explode out with in power, some vestige of real technique had been behind that attack. It had only been a trace, but there was no denying it was present?
And with what Nakae said on top of that...why would a castle be able to feel pain? Why would it know fighting technique?
"Get the Masters out of harm's way! If your Master is safe, then start attacking, we need to find some sort of a weakness!"
Matou Archer
The first blow like a descending hammer had been a simple enough affair for one at the level of a Servant to avoid. The second, slightly less so, as could be expected from the difference in their forms. While a Servant could still avoid it, it wasn't something as trivial as the first attempted attack had been.
Archer's bow had materialized since the moment of the golem's appearance, his eyes running over the behemoth in an attempt to pick up on its weaknesses. Possible points of attack had been mentioned, and his own Master was feeding him instructions as well, but for now everyone was relatively equal in flying blind.
His original plan to deal with the approaching tower-fist was to avoid it by leaping up, using the chance to test its defenses with an arrow, but that plan had wound up failing, because...
"What are you doing?!"
Because some twit Master was trying to use his piddling magecraft to avoid the golem's attacks. Was he incompetent, or just suicidal? The first blow had been avoidable, if only just, but now the golem was truly behaving as a combatant equal to a Servant. While among Servants, its speed was nothing to be shocked by, it was still a blow that had surpassed the sound barrier by well over double. For Servants who routinely moved at such speeds, it was only natural.
In other words, this magus was trying to dodge something faster than a bullet after it had been fired from a gun, except in this case the bullet was the tower of a Demon Castle. Perhaps if this was the sweeping motion the other group was dealing with, something never meant to be a killing blow, this would at least be possible, but against this "punch"? Archer doubted he could even dodge a bullet, let alone one that was several times larger than his own body.
A human could not fight a Servant. This was a near-ironclad rule, against a Servant a human would be killed without even knowing what killed them. So then, why would a golem that was equal to a Servant be so slow that a mere magus could avoid its strikes?
He couldn't allow the idiot to die, not when his Servant could be useful in this fight. Regretfully canceling his plan of attack, Archer clicked his tongue and moved to the Master @Kost Alter, grabbing him and pulling him out of harm's way at the last second.
As Berserker would say, the "little shit" owed him.