"..." ... "..." ... "..." ..? "Berserker." Kat's voice is not steady. Neither are her hands. She has no sword, so she reaches into the rubble of her Servant's most recent attack and pulls out a length of rebar with a cute little chunk of concrete still attached. For someone at her level, with none of Qiu's sunshards around to declare otherwise, this is really as good as any blade that adventure could unearth. And now it's shaking, too. "..." ... "..." The words don't come easy. The anger flushes hot inside her chest, feeling ugly and ashamed. It is not an easy thing to admit that you'd been played by a doofus. Intimidated by him, even! Terrified! So utterly convinced of her own inferiority by a few confident words that she'd forgotten everything she knew about bullies [i]and[/i] con artists. It would have stung less if this had at least been a Damn Fox trick, or Assassin's master plan, or even just a hot alien catgirl or whatever. Anything else, she might have been able to keep... Well. Whatever. Not the first time she'd been a little dummy. Wouldn't be the last, either. All that mattered is she respond the right way now that she knew better. "Berserker," and this time she says it with terrifying calm, "Launch me. I want to hit him, too." Master and Servant eyes meet, and slight uncertainty gives way to iron-tailed determination. Katherine has half a second to reconsider her request as a battlement forms underneath her feet. And then it is no longer forming, but snapping suddenly to full height and launching her at an angle perfected by centuries of siege warfare screaming and flailing through the air. She does not drop her weapon. But neither does she maintain any recognized or codified form. This is not anything that other practitioners would be willing to describe as Foxgirl Style, and there is little in the sudden recognition of the terror of verticality that would give her the kind of discipline that could create a new kata right here and now. Although? She turns her screaming into a war cry, and her war cry into words. Specifically, "Shut up, shut up, Shut! Up!" This is not a secret sword. It is merely the first stance of the Yue School of Martial Arts (Imitation): Flailing, But With Determination. To rise, and fall, and rise again according to the needs of the moment. To let your heart be large enough to hurt for the world, and shine for the world, and in the end to love it all so much as to turn to violence in its defense when words failed to do their job. To grab a chunk of steel and stone and turn a loudspeaker system into sparking wires because she understood at long last that the debate was never happening in good faith. Predicting her arguments? Well predict this. And then whine about it! Y'know, if you're a [i]chickenwuss[/i] (ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh). She would have assumed the drop would be scarier than the rise, but it doesn't work out that way. As soon as her eyes turn back down toward the ground, she sees Berserker standing there waiting. To 'handle the landing', as the saying goes. Who said that? She has no idea. But she's glad it's a thing, as this fox princess tumbles into her knight's arms. She's set down on her feet almost before she can blush, and brandishes what's left of her weapon forward before she can [i]really[/i] blush. "I don't wanna hear it! None of it! Just shut up! You don't know what things are like, you're not even [i]subscribed[/i] to the Daily Meditation of the Way <3! You call everything bad, bad, bad because of stupid, made up numbers and it's all just 'cause you want this to happen! You can't even be a good villain about it 'cause you want people to like you for doin' it! It's annoying! You're annoying!" At this point she's hopping up and down in squeaky excitement. Arm in arm with Berserker, she's already stepping into the next parts of her most devastating attack: leaving. She's taking her ball and going... well not home, actually. The opposite of that. Toward those scary flashing green and pink lights. Where doom awaits her. But (her heart tells her), there's something worthwhile to accomplish after all. Tricks or no tricks. If she's gonna save the world, that's where it's gonna happen. "I hate feeling this mad. I hate it so much. But even a foxgirl's got limits, kay? I dunno what a harvest star is but I'm gonna go smash it 'til it breaks now. You can talk all you want while you watch I guess, but I'm done listening."