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[center] [h3] Farm Shed ,Fuyuki Outskirts [/h3] [/center] 

[@Breo]

“I-I’m fine. I swear,” Benita stammered, her tongue, while not bleeding thankfully, currently stinging a sharp sting from the events that had recently transpired. 

Her head hurt. 

Her tongue hurt. 

But most importantly … 

Her pride hurt. 

To be insulted was something that Benita strived to prevent. After all, her entire existence was similar to a joke within itself. A being that had been born to accomplish a goal, amd simply missed the mark epicly, was something to be pitied. But Benita wished not for the pity of others. Even at her short stature, she was not someone to be looked down upon … at least metaphorically. It was just that the situation that had occurred went just as awful as she could imagine. Benita was ready to prove herself to the punk that stood before her, but ended up getting saved by him ins-

Wait.

Something came into instant revelation as Benita looked upward towards her Servant.

… He had never let her go after catching her. 

Embarrassment so apparent that even a blockheaded hero could recognize, Benita began to swarm in the heroes hands, attempting to escape, but due to the heroes’ strength, all she had to muster was hardly able to budge from his grasp. 

“I should have realized,” Benita said, accepting her fate and stopping her squirming and beginning to introspect on her thoughts. “A human cannot beat a Servant with physical prowess.” 

… Of course. 

She should have remembered. In her lapse of judgement, Benita had forgotten about the fact that Servants, compared to humans, were at a level that humans, even with the greatest of training and effort, could never reach. One would have to throw away their humanity in order to reach the level of someone who has ascended humanity into the level of a heroic spirit, made stronger by the “idea” of their existence, they have achieved a state of immortality amongst the ideas of humans. 

To someone like Benita, who was a replicant of life, and to someone like her Servant, whom even amongst this layer of “greatness” was the highest tier one could even hope to summon, Benita was even less efficient to retain the idea to dent her Heroic Spirit with a simple headbutt. 

A lapse of judgement at it’s finest, which had caused her much misfortune. 

“Ahhh!” She yells, seamingly to no one in particular, aside from herself. “I should have realized this! First impressions are the most important of impressions! Geez!” 
Though she was upset, it was not at her Servant during this time. It was at herself. She had messed up, and it was her own fault she remained in this situation, and while her Servant had not done much to alleviate the situation, she realized for a moment of her clarity 

“J-Just pretend none of this happened,” Benita said, somewhat flustered at the level of her stupidity.

“I am Benita Garibaldi; your Master. I presume you to be of the Lancer-class Servants because of your spear. Might I ask whom I have summoned?” 

A pretty typical response to a pretty typical summoning. One could expect someone who only had a basic knowledge of the class designations to expect someone with a spear to be a Lancer (spearman). However, this is not always the case. Typically it was a good indicator though. 

“And my living arrangements,” Benita said, opening her bag and taking out a map of the city, momentarily revealing her golden instrument to her Servant. “They should be in this location. We are here for reference. If you would wish to travel there, it might take an hour or so. We would have to walk, after all.”