On the television screen, Botion and Aventurine were clearly shown sitting in a retro studio set, leisurely drinking Sodalu.
Scott slapped the television casing hard and threatened:
"Archer, do you believe I'll cut off their Sodalu supply, or make them listen to the Clock Kid theme song on repeat?!"
Botion on the screen seemed to have heard the commotion. He looked up and gave the people outside the screen a universally recognized interstellar friendly gesture.
Aventurine merely raised his glass elegantly, his smile deeply meaningful.
Watching the state of the two hostages on the screen, Emiya's eyelid twitched. He felt his blood pressure rising right alongside this temporary Master's IQ.
He took a deep breath. When he turned to March 7th and the others, his eyes were full of helplessness.
"...Circumstances leave me no choice."
He charged at March 7th again, but his movements still carried the perfunctory air of someone clocking in for work.
What he projected was no longer a sharp short blade, but an old-fashioned gardening shovel with a wooden handle.
"Hey! Archer! What are you pulling out a shovel for?! Get serious!" Scott hopped madly in rage, then picked up another piece of rubble and hurled it over. Emiya casually tilted his head aside and dodged it.
"A shovel is a weapon too."
Without changing expression, Emiya used the metal part of the gardening shovel to block another ice arrow from March 7th with a clang. Frost rapidly spread over its wooden handle.
He shook his hand, and ice chips scattered down.
March 7th could tell he was holding back, which made her even bolder.
"Hehe, Archer, that shovel is pretty unique! But be careful, or I might defeat you like this!"
While talking smack, she nimbly shifted around within a small area.
Though the ice