Fate/Fisted

Likeable Master

Martha watched over her Master dutifully, as she had always done ever since she'd been summoned, something she knew he knew.

Also, why was he tossing the skull into the sky?

... Martha deadpanned, the dumbass probably forgot to account for his strength.

Kuhum! Anyway!

She didn't want to accept that the reason her grip around her staff tightened as a burst of light exploded from Mash's shield was jealousy, it was unsaintly!

But... he was about the first person who liked Martha from the village more than Martha the sister of Lazarus, liberator of Tarascon and vanquisher of Leviathan's offspring and was so verbal and adamant about his preference.

The Saint liked the way he dealt with all his problems exactly how she wanted to, she liked how she could just cook to her heart's content instead of being careful about quantity and he'd eat it all cause of the 'grind' as he liked to say, she liked how he had zero hesitation when it came to hitting even her...

...W-Wait, that sounded wrong.

What Martha liked was how someone didn't give a shit about her status for once and appreciated her for who she was, that was it!

She glanced at the burning city below them, then at the dark skies above.

This was what the world would be like if man's enemies were allowed to thrive.

And so, Saint Martha couldn't just tell her Master she would prefer if they dealt with the problems themselves because the importance of manpower was an aspect of war she couldn't deny.

"No, bad. It's too selfish to think that way." She shook her head from those thoughts, and slapped her cheek with her free hand before nodding in content, forcing away what she designated 'bad thoughts'.

She had too much control over herself to be like that.

In doing so though, she caught how Mash shrunk back as the light faded away to reveal an armoured figure she couldn't quite discern, "What worries you, Mash?" Martha couldn't help herself, the lavender haired teen was too adorable for her sisterly instincts to ignore.

"Well it's... All of you are so a-amazing, and I... had trouble with those skeletons." The girl admitted after a bit of hesitation, letting out a sigh, "I-I feel I can't help senpai like this."

"Ah..." Martha drawled, slowly nodding, "So it's like that. Well, I wouldn't worry too much."

She sorta understood the girl's feeling, having felt the same way at a certain time in her life, "I can sense incredible power from you." Martha reassuringly put a hand on Mash's shoulder, "And you might be underestimating yourself a little too much. Archer attacked you before he attacked us, right?"

Mash nodded hesitantly but Martha gave her a big smile and pumped her fist, "Great going then! It's kinda embarrassing but I don't think I could ha-... My own abilities may have proven inadequate in dealing with those barrages. Besides, you said you neutralised Rider already while Nicholas and I are yet to vanquish even one servant. If anything, I'm the one who should be discouraged by a newbie doing so well."

"Y-You're praising me too much! The way you and senpai carved a path through the whole city is why we can rest right now." Mash closed her eyes and waved her hands, trying to deny the praise, "I don't think I could ever do that."

"Heh women." Cu Chulainn didn't know why he wanted a cup of coffee as he observed the exchange between the two women, "I ain't never gonna understand how they work."

But well, it was well and good if it gave the little one some confidence in her own abilities.

"Wait, I get that he's strong as shit and all but ain't you worried about the summoned servant bein' hostile?" Cu suddenly interrupted and pointed towards where Nicholas was, "Look, they're sizin' each other up like they're about to go at it like dogs."