[ there's a dark power there that archer doesn't quite understand; a building malevolence that's enough to make his skin crawl. for some reason, the image of a spear comes to mind, impressive in terms of both length and girth. he's not sure why, but he's immediately sure that spear must belong to this man... ]

Don't worry. I'm just getting started... This dance has just reached its second movement. [ something about the sensation of frankenstein's power touching him makes him feel ill, though it's hardly an ordinary illness. no... it fills him with a far more uneasy feeling, if only because there's something about it that's familiar. power born of the suffering of countless humans: this is unmistakably similar to the Grail, even if it isn't quite the same.

for that reason alone he quickly swings an arm around, trying to catch frankenstein in the jaw with an open palm strike. the attack isn't entirely meant to connect - he just hopes for an opening that will allow him to pull his knee free so he can make some distance between the two of them. that feeling... that is anathema to Servants. for beings made of spiritual energy, a power born of corrupted souls can do much the same to them: if he allowed himself to continue being in contact with that power, there's no telling what it would do to his own spiritual core. ]

Though it seems if I let down my guard, you may end up swallowing me whole. [ why is this fight like this... why is it just getting worse. why am i not even trying to do serious brackets at all anymore; anyway archer is just sizing frankenstein up from a distance now, not sure how to engage. though he's hardly to type to run away from a threat, this has definitely gone beyond the bounds of a normal fight now. but it's still not a true fight, aimed at killing (he thinks?), so he makes a compromise. with a wave of his hands, two wooden practice swords appear. ]

I imagine you won't protest if I use some toys.