Saber - Benienma
Benienma gave the boy a sympathetic look. She could hardly blame him for the guilt he must be feeling, now, knowing that the Servant he had summoned proceeded to immediately attack one of his friends. Knowing that everything he had done had failed for reasons entirely beyond his control.
The tiny redheaded girl took a deep breath as she began to lead the boy away from the alleyway, geta clicking against the concrete as she walked, her ponytail swaying behind her.
"Even if it failed... the fact you tried to stop him speaks of the kind of person you are dechi. Even having seen it fail, knowing he could perhaps kill you, you still tried dechi," she spoke, doing her best to be reassuring. She wasn't sure if her words would reach him, but she had to try.
One the way to the nearest CCF center, Benienma contacted her Master through her cell phone, sending a text massage to clarify the situation.
[The rogue Berserker is dead, though something seemed unusual about the way he disappered. I'm taking his Master to the district's CCF Center. He is not guilty, but we have to learn what he knows.]
The CCF Center itself was a white and blue building, almost a perfect cube with smaller cubes at either side of it. It had a very modern appearance to it, something shared by every CCF center across Fusang. As Benienma guided Jason into the building, she was greeted by the sight of several different people, including another Servant.
She was a young woman with long, purple hair, clad in a somewhat unusual outfit with a flowing cape, a cross-shaped cutout in the front, and ribbons in her hair. The dimunutive Saber recognized her immediately as Saint Martha, who seemed to be busy with other matters involving a shuddering young man with rather expansive hair, who seemed to have been quite guilty of something.
Benienma guided Jason towards the back rooms for questioning.
"... We'll be waiting until my Master arrives," she explained, "But don't blame yourself for this. We'll catch the one who interfered with your command seals dechi."
Saber - Arturia Pendragon and Kobayashi Seria
"Sir Lancelot is the most skilled Knight of the Sword," Arturia responded to her Master, clarifying the nature of the Knight of the Lake as she approached the center of the arena, "... As for snacks, I would not protest if you chose to purchase more."
She approached both of her knights. Between the two of them, neither of their performances had been anything to be ashamed of. Lancelot had performed admirably, and Mordred... whatever feelings still laid within the King of Knights' heart, Mordred's determination to win had been that of a true knight. That being said...
"Both of you fought well," she commended her knights, "However, Sir Mordred, that was considerably reckless of you. While claiming victory by allowing yourself to be struck is hardly an invalid strategy, even a Servant possessed of Battle Continuation can only suffer so much damage before they are no longer able to fight."
She tried to measure her admonishment. The truth was she did not desire to treat Mordred in a manner that could be called unfair, but she also wanted to treat her evenly. Recklessness should be treated as it was, even if it secured victory it had to be a measured risk, not one that could potentially lead to defeat.
Arturia paused for a moment. Ah... Tristan..."
"... Do not worry, Chiron," she said, finally, "Tristan's sadness is not something you should consider seriously."
After all, the redheaded Archer seemed to be sad at all times... and it was often impossible to tell if he was awake or asleep, if he was sitting still.
A smile came to her lips, however, at the thought of challenging enemies in the Arena. To demonstrate her capabilities in honorable combat...!
"Indeed, I would be happy to participate!"
Seria relaxed, somewhat, when she saw Mordred's jaw mend before her eyes, lost teeth reappearing as if they had never disappeared in the first place. This left her totally unprepared, however, when the blonde knight suddenly grabbed her and held her close. For a moment, the small redhead simply sat there, her cheeks growing bright red as she barely registered even a single word coming out of her Saber's mouth from that moment onward. It was only when she stopped speaking that Seria, who practically had steam pouring out of her ears, was able to speak.
Being grabbed like that, before such a crowd, where so many people could see...
It wasn't the most biting insult by far.