(looks around, taking in the scenery)
(and then turns to Assassin)
...I told her. There is no beauty in death.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
(he tosses his pair of Kanshou and Bakuya at Assassin)
(and summons a second pair into his hands as he charges)
(ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND SHE GOES)
(WHERE SHE'S GONNA LAND)
(NOBODY KNOWS)
edited 17th May '15 12:54:11 AM by foxmccloud4387
(Kanshou and Bakuya collide with Drynwyn, pushing Archer back)
("I have created over a thousand blades.")
(he recloses the distance, slashing with both blades)
("Unknown to Death.")
(but as he does this)
("Nor known to Life.")
(the original Kanshou and Bakuya fly back towards Assassin's back at the same time)
(well, Roger)
(there are a series of trees falling over like dominoes at about 10:00)
(and a trail of dust in that direction)
(look, Roger)
(an Arty!)
(bowled over what appears to be a freshly-stumped tree)
(she ain't moving)
(gets swept, falling on his back)
("Have withstood pain to create many weapons.")
(he replaces Kanshou and Bakuya with Durandal)
(swinging it down in a motion to decapitate the prone Assassin next to him)
edited 17th May '15 1:16:49 AM by foxmccloud4387
(she groans)
("So, as I pray-
")
(fire coalesces in his palm)
Unlimited Blade Works!
(and as he throws it outward, the fire that does not burn spreads throughout the theater-!)
(the theater melts away, transforming into an endless foundry
◊)
(the rejuvenated Archer standing a dozen meters away from Assassin)
(without any words, or moment of hesitation to allow Assassin to comprehend this, Archer makes a simple wave)
(and dozens of blades descend onto Paris of Troy, each with the intent to kill...!)
Ahh... I did...
(manages to push herself off the tree trunk and onto the ground)
(sighs, still on her back)
...Not if you have a target to aim it at...
...You are hard to kill, Assassin. But I've done it before.
(the world of Unlimited Blade Works fades away, transporting Archer back to the lip of the woods)
And I'll do it again.
(turns on one foot, and walks back towards the house, dematerializing)
SLEEEEEP
-After her seventeenth attempt to impale Roger fails, Meenah collects her trident and storms off, grumbling-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Meenah kicks the door opening, dragging her trident behind her dejectedly like she struck out in that ball and bases game you yanks play-
-She looks up at Katherine-
yo
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

As you wish. The offer stands.