"Next time we summon a chest," Kana grumbles, "I'm setting it on fire. Wait, no, I'm shooting it with my Gandr."
Ritsuka rolls his eyes. "Sure, give the chest a tummy ache. That'll work."
"It will when I turn its tummy into swords."
Archer opens his mouth. He glances at Saber. He closes his mouth. "I should go," he finally says.
"Same," Ritsuka echoes, and stands up to go when the wall collapses and a man with gold hair, red eyes, and an astoundingly poor taste in fashion flies out. "Oh for fuck's sa--"
Saber steps in front of him in the time between heartbeats. She doesn't even throw a punch, instead holding out a closed fist which Gilgamesh crashes himself against. He recoils and flops bonelessly on the ground. "Well played," the King croaks out, and then falls limp.
"...Thanks, aunt Arturia."
Arturia nods and wrings her wrist. "He really has been trying to suplex you everyday."
"Eh, I give as good as I get now." He looks at Gilgamesh and frowns with concern. "He's not dead, right?"
"Let me try," Kana says, and she pokes him with the pommel of her Azoth Blade. Immediately she falls through a golden portal, shouting 'CHALLENGE ACCEPTED' as it closes behind her.
Ritsuka looks on. He smacks his lips. "Yep, we're not seeing her for at least two weeks. Aunt Arturia, reset the clock?"
"Already done," she says, holding up a stopwatch.