According to Gilgamesh, Artoria would die a miserable fool, because she found happiness indulgent. That wasn't true, Artoria didn't find all happiness indulgent. She encouraged others to do things that made them happy. In fact nothing truly made her happier than the smiles on her siblings faces. She was the type to smile for others... and that wasn't something easily understood. In light of such commentary, a smile crossed the blonde woman's face. She was rather self-aware... too much to not know where her death bell tolled. "I have neither want or need of pity... especially not from you," Artoria said. She wasn't even offended. Many people thought her choices strange, but she was willing to live and die by them. There was no cause for this man to have so much concern for her... And while they both stared at each other, she realized that, it would be quite difficult to explain to one like him her nature. Her denial of self, was at least in part necessary. Her self... wasn't nearly the person Queen Artoria was, she also wasn't nearly so whimsical when dealing with people she found annoying. Gilgamesh had one thing going for him, in this case. He was something she wished to face, so she did. That sword of hers was still in hand and although Artoria hadn't moved to attack, she was more than experienced enough in combat, even before coming to this world, to not expect it from other people. This tyrant king, even trying to beat down her own ideals with his, wasn't the type to uphold her form of honor. So what would he do? Those two blades, turned to a bow with a golden string between. Would he seriously just shoot at her? Well, she didn't trust it. She watched him carefully stepped forward, her footwork would lead her to swinging her body in a circle, a pocket of air magic, bursting around her as she simultaneously blasted the arrow away from her on either of its trip and sent a blade of air pressure straight towards the golden King, in an unconventional use of her alpha skill. At the end of her spin, she bounded forward, a little smile on her lips... fighting people with their minds was much more fun than fighting mindless beasts. She'd follow in the shadow of that blade, swinging her sword horizontally at his body as a follow up. She would always look forward this was her way.
At the same time, Medea was locked in a bubble of partially her own creation. And sat atop an alter having the top of her foot kissed in the strangest way possible. She was definitely naked, but unused to such treatment. The press of his lips against her skin sent fire straight into her loins and added a spare beat to the normal rhythm of her heart. A gentle caress up from her ankle to her shin? Wasn't someone normally pummeling one of three holes on her body within seconds of nudity? Was this truly something to be accomplished? Perhaps she was dreaming... well if that was the case she couldn't well let go of it. The small moan that escaped her led her to quiet herself sucking in her bottom lip as her own eyes studied Merlin's form. He really was a great looking man as well, to be treated with care, by someone who wanted to do it... while they were attractive, this had to be a fantasy of her own creation. Yes, probably died in that grail war. "You confuse me, are you certain I didn't die in that war?" she asked for confirmation while still desiring more. What else would he do? How would it be done... this was already well past her expectations for sex and nothing of real substance had occurred yet.