[center][h3]The Habsburg [color=6ecff6]Ruin[/color][/h3][/center]

Affixing his gaze on the truck as it was thrown forward Archer would feel his lips upturn slightly. The dagger tipped chains would tear into the outside of the Truck as they sailed through the air several meters. The glittering claws rending large gashes into the steel as if it were made of paper and several handles to the doors were knocked off like a trivial hunk of metal. The tires that had been Archer's object of interest bounced over the initial thrust of the bindings. With a thought a myriad more "holes" opened up in space where the truck had crudely landed. Rider would expect the Noble Phantasm to shoot forward a split second later but swiftly they closed again as Naoko was allowed to swerve and retreat off into the distance, "[u][b]Understood[/b][/u]." The conversation between himself and Otto had been completed in a fraction of a second and the fangs of Esfandiyār had been retracted for the moment, appearing as countless daggers hovering around the Bowman. 

"[u][b]Hold your tongue,[/b][/u]" Animosity was thrown across the battlefield with the potency of a loosed arrow striking Rider in the breast. Staring at the Saber without any hesitation of concern Esfandiyār began to walk towards his "guest" and all the civility had faded from his face. The clock of his heels on the ruined stone reminded the Cavalry Servant of a clock ticking down. Ten seconds till he came to stand before her. Not a weapon nor the vaguest notion of armor adorning his body, "[u][b]Your party has torn something from Otto's dwelling in my absence, whether in good will or ill... And now wish to negotiate a meeting?[/b][/u]" It was a slight and an insult in the same breadth to his Master. To that end, spitefully, he didn't bother to correct her mistaken identity. Gilgamesh? Such a title was beneath him as a Knight but it seemed to coil the tension so tightly in his quarry he took mild delight in it. 

"[u][b]Make your case Rider, quickly, before I run you through... The only reason I let your entourage escape was because Otto willed it. If you've some gratitude I suggest you try not to tarnish that good will.[/b][/u]" Anger. Normally he was composed and efficient but such disregard for his honor and Master he couldn't help but become more than a little riled up. As if to enunciate the point the Chains around their bodies all angled down at her and it was clear the outcome that'd await anyone entrapped in their coils. Immobilization. Crushed body. Twisted limbs. Death itself awaited from the Judgement of the executioner.