Fate/Legion

Commander of Legends

"More stakes", the German Lieutenant ordered.

Vlad obeyed his master, summoning three more lances to impale the impetuous servant Achilles.

"Ahhh!", yelled out the Greek hero.

The hero of the Trojan war stood impaled by fourteen well placed stakes. After handing over secrets to the huntress Atalanta, he was turned in by Karna, the anti hero of the Mahabharata. Not long after, Achilles was taken to be interrogated for just how many secrets he gave away.

Bismarck sighed impatiently. Tapping his fingers upon the arm rest of a antique chair, he glared at the impaled servant. He had envisioned an invincible force when he determined his servants identities. Karna, Achilles, and Siegfried he imagined on a front line, destroying legions of foes. He plotted the efforts of Robin Hood and Scàthach terrorizing the rear lines of his enemies. He envisioned the glorious charge of Vlad and Sobieski breaking the will of entire battalions. Yet here he was, stuck with this. Any reader of military history knew full well the result of information being lost to the enemy. It's nothing short of a disaster for the German officer.

Though Achilles continued to moan ever louder, his fellow servants felt no pity. His crime had painted a giant target on their backs. Bismarck wondered what other information Achilles had recklessly given away. The names of his servants? Their weaknesses? The location of the civilians? Whatever the case, Achilles' moaning all but shattered any fruitful train of thought. Finally, Bismarck could take no more.

"For the love of Gott, shut up! We all know you can't feel it."

Almost on que Achilles cast his gaze upon his master. Giving up his facade, he smirked in a friendly manner.

"That's not entirely true, boss", the impaled man argued,"I feel it a little."

Karna rolled his eyes merrily. Even when impaled with extreme prejudice, Achilles was still the same rider of Red team. Being the hero of legend, Achilles could never be truly harmed by the stakes. He actually enjoyed torture for the specific reason that he couldn't be injured. Without open hostility between the masters, torture was the only form of entertainment he could get.

"You're such a disappointment", Bismarck sighed.

"With all due respect", Achilles retorted,"I doubt you'd far any better against a woman's seduction."

He mused to himself, satisfied with his retort. It was a good point in his mind. Karna, with neutral voice and expression, broke that self made illusion.

"Atalanta didn't do anything seductive", the Indian hero began,"All she did was wink. It was an extremely forced wink as I recall."

Robin nearly busted out laughing. Achilles chuckled innocently, now left without excuse. Vlad looked to Bismarck, who could do nothing but take deep breaths to digest the level of stupidity that had just been revealed to him. Sobieski and Scàthach scowled at the foolishness.

"In my defense", Achilles responded happily, "This is the wink of a woman who swore off men. Meaning it's all the more irresistible."

His argument was met with a annoyed stare from his master.

"Five or six more", Bismarck ordered.

Vlad raised his brow. "Five or six more?"

Bismarck nodded confirmation,"five or six more".

Six spikes immediately emerged from the ground, impaling the Greek hero. His torso was all but torn open. Achilles winced at the pain. The spikes impaling him were different from the usual iron rods. These spikes were barbed, tailored to the rending of flesh. Not even virtual invincibility can prevent total freedom from pain, especially with weapons designed for suffering.