Oh, they wouldn't be the ones killing Heracles properly. No, apparently Gilgamesh considered that one's resurgence an interruption that he didn't like. And what would come of that interruption? Death, obviously. Even so, Artoria seemed unperturbed by the death itself, that was bound to happen, she'd decided herself that slaying the Berserker would be necessary if only to make sure that they wouldn't have to deal with it later. Still, that random amount of carnage was appreciable at least. But his words towards her... those were strange. He seemed to have the wrong idea about why people sought this grail. She figured that everyone here had a reason to want it, but from her own perspective and from that of Jeanne's it had absolutely nothing to do with getting closer to gods, or even rising above others. This was a matter of duty, of care for the human population. Of making sure everyone knew what the mark was, and how to get to it. And now he was stomping upon the head of Heracles, having decided that Artoria should come to his embrace. Those green eyes narrowed and a light breath escaped the blonde haired lass. Those features of her soft face hardened just around the edges and the energy of her body changed quite a bit. Her intentions were clear to her sister who could only chuckle about it. "Eri-nee... are you certain?" she asked of her sister. "Aye. That grail is yours... I will see to it," she said the grip on her sword shifted as she pointed it directly at Gilgamesh. Having taken her at her word, Jeanne's protection around her sister disappeared, this was a fight for Artoria's honor and pride, she wouldn't taint it by assisting her. "You have the wrong idea. We have plans that do not involve gods, appreciation, or you." How very firm was her statement. "We reach for what we wish to possess because we need to, because mankind deserves an example that is real to them. And my destruction however that occurs, is the footwork for those I do not mind leaving in my wake. And I am already appreciated in every sense of the word," she said that little smirk coming back to her face. Jeanne was smiling as well, the siblings knew what each other were like, there would never be a time where Eri's destructive tendencies and battle prowess wouldn't be appreciated by those who were born and raised with her. Technically speaking Artoria always wanted this fight, perhaps killing him here and now would dissuade him from thinking she'd ever consider him for more than what he was. After all, nothing shattered a man's ego like being beaten by a tiny girl. "Your time here is over. And I am not interested in embracing you or anyone else." Those were Artoria's words and her stance was rather clear. He was to be her opponent and she would face him as if he wasn't some larger than life entity... he was an obstacle between her and her goal. Gilgamesh would be felled like everything else.
Meanwhile, Medea of Colchis was experiencing several new feelings, not the least of which was the breaking of the magical connection between herself and Berserker. "Shit. It's fine. It's fine... I'll set him up when he respawns," The former princess spent too much time in the company of sailors and men, her words were a bit gruff in the moment. But in her defense she was also still quite distracted in her own right. There was a man right in front of her. And unlike others, she actually had some kind of interest in him, and he was so close. "Me. You could and should be afraid of me... I am not exactly well known for making good, rational or polite decisions with the bodies of others," she mentioned honestly. Everyone knew her as the Witch of Betrayal, which was no nice title considering she wouldn't have made such decisions on her own. His thumb traveled across her lip again, and she could swear she felt it in her loins. Was it wrong to let go? Should she let go? Should she consider this her last real try, to avoid that which plagued her mind she needed only to actually let it go. But could she? It was like a crisis of her own conscious. Someone else had died, another plan had failed. She could take another, try to snatch up another servant fight another battle and lose again... or, she could win. For once for herself, she could actually win. Not for Jason. Not for the annoyance of that feeling of love that was so unnatural to her. Not for the Argonauts, but for her. She could win this moment and decide what it actually was she wanted. It was like being pushed as she looked in Merlin's face. Nudged towards an answer so much better than the alternatives. She could do it. 'Let go,' her mind whispered it and when she opened her hand, her class card was there. She could let the others fight this out... she sent it straight to the grail, it's location in the middle of the barrier she was more than well aware of. She took herself out of this race, without any of the others realizing she'd done it. And that hand that once held her class card would rest against the side of Merlin's face before her lips finally moved forward. She'd never kissed another man before, what would this be like?