[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Banquet of Kings, Academy[/i] 
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For a moment, there was curiosity. Even if he was no magus, he, like any Servant, could feel the torrent of magical energy that was made manifest in the world. He could feel its meaning, its nature, resonating to his core with a similarity that he could feel the bare traces of.

"Oh...?"

For a moment, his expression sharpened, that grin sliding off of his face and replaced with cold steel. A kindred spirit? The same sort of existence? That thought was snuffed out once those javelins made their appearance, however. No, this was not the same as him. It was the same in some regard, it was undoubtedly a calamity that undid civilization, but it was far too different. It was a calamity that came from outside, that left nothing left, that eradicated civilization. It was not degradation or rot, it was simply a culling. 

Had those other Servants, guided by the words of their gods, not been faster to address the threat, perhaps he would have deigned to answer it himself. That was a pointless conjecture, though; they had, and so he had no need to do that. He forced those thoughts, those feelings down. They were different than him; he had no duty to see their path through.

His expression slackened. That same carefree grin rose back to his face, as the assault made upon the academy was warded off. His arms spread out, hands unclenched as he let out a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnPrr8PIqFc]raucous laugh[/url], the collision of Noble Phantasms in the sky above like the going-off of so many fireworks, in celebration of his arrival.

"Fuahaha, what a welcome! You have done well, to prepare such a glorious demonstration for the manifestation of Hercules!"

Declaring such nonsensical things, the fool reveled in his own foolhardiness.