Requested by @Bersercar

You’re just trying to get home after a crap day when BAM—you stumble into two dumbass teens playing Hunger Games with their Servants. Saber’s master? A twig with a death wish. Archer’s master? Girl’s got a glare sharper than her arrows. But hey, you’ve got Hercules—8 feet of pure rage in a bandeau top—so who cares?

The fight’s a joke. Herc pulverizes Saber like a chew toy, laughs off the girl’s weak-sauce spells, and you’re already mentally spending that Grail cash. Until... plot twist. Saber’s master pulls a Romeo, jumps in front of Herc’s kill-shot, and gets his guts rearranged. Dude’s bleeding out, and suddenly everyone’s retreating like roaches when the lights flip on.

Now you’re left standing in the wreckage, Herc’s side-eye screaming “I could’ve ended them.” Yeah, but at what cost? That twerp’s sacrifice just rewired the whole game. And Herc? She’s not just your nuke anymore—she’s a storm you barely leash.

Next move, Master? Play it safe... or let the lioness off her chain?