The blade that had been thrown only barely missed it's mark; it disappeared into the darkness, eventually plunging deep into the grass some distance away. Unlike normal, Gilgamesh didn't let it vanish back into the void. Rather, he left it as it was. The Gate wasn't needed to kill a bug, so there was no point in opening it yet. The night was still very young - it would be just a waste, for one silver-haired dog. He could keep the sword where it was and use it later, just another toy to catch this weakling off guard with.

So in keeping with his second front, the Servant simply followed Kadaj, staying on top of the roll by positioning himself above the other. The clash of steel on steel was pleasingly loud, even if the block had been weak. Too weak. The boy had brought his arm up in too awkward a movement, and Gilgamesh bore down on him with his full weight, steadying his own blade against that of the puny gladius's. Nothing at all like his last epic battle with her -when she blocked, she at least did so with grace. This one, though...

His sword screamed against the other; already he had forged a clear advantage as he Kadaj on the ground, and was fair on top of him. If only this were a worthy opponent, then it might have been worth something. Instead, it was only a certainty coming to pass.

But a battle that led to victory was a battle worth fighting. Gilgamesh grinned. "Well? You're not laughing anymore! Why not!?"