The red-clad man was silent for a moment before answering, "I have... Experience with Saber, from long ago. I know her techniques well enough now that I'm sure I can counter them."
"Mew think she'll win?"
"Against him? Easily."
"Well, I certainly hope so, for both our sakes! You can get a well-scouted opponent in the finals, and I can conduct a little 'exit inter-mew' with that berserker!"
"...Can you stop the cat puns?"
"NEV-PURR!"
The entrances were over, and the ring announcer, changed into a referee's shirt, had explained the rules to the contestants. Now the only thing left was for the bell to ring.
Which it did. And for a moment, nothing happened. Artoria stared her opponent down, then looked to the referee.
"I refuse to fight a bound opponent. If he is not released, I will have to yield."
The referee looked back to the berserker, and began to approach... When the lights went down, and a strange feminine laugh echo'd through the arena.
The titantron-style screens flickered to life, revealing the face of a young woman with a sadistic smile. Long white hair flowed from under a black fur hat, but her figure was covered by a long purple coat.
"Is that who I think it is?" Archer asked in shock.
"It certainly is, the famous Illyasviel von Einzbern, the daughter of the previous tournament masters, Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel von Einzbern.
"And she's grown into the spitting image of her mother! She's certainly not a little girl anymore!" Jaguar Warrior added, leaning slightly on the wall that separated her and Archer from the audience.
[The front of the press box, what did you think I meant?]
"Hi Saber. Miss me~?" The young woman giggled, "You know, as much fun as it'd be to accept the forfeit, I'm here for some fun. Leysritt! Sella! Release the chains... Let's let everyone see how a big strong man plays with little blonde dolls~"
At that, the two maids pulled the chains, and the collar, shackles, and bindings fell away from the massive berserker.
*DING DING DING!*
The bell rang as the chains hit the ground. He stared at his hands for only a moment, as if shocked to see that he'd been freed... Before letting out a stadium-shaking roar, and charging at Saber.
The blonde woman braced herself to try to get out of the way, but it was no use. Heracles charged into her, slamming her back against the turnbuckle, and began to pound his fists into her body in what seemed a blind rage…
Of course, he was a berserker, rage defined him. Rage, and power. His fists smashed into Saber's body, and the five foot warrior was bent double, drool falling from her lips as the giant smashed her.
"OH MY SELF!" Jaguar exclaimed, "And, er, KuKu of course!" She waved at the referee, "He's got no mercy on her! Are you still sure about your prediction, Emi...Eh, Meow?!" She quickly caught herself.
"Saber can take punishment..." He said, but it was hard to believe his confidence, as bruises began to form on the helpless woman's body.
Her abdominal muscles were well-defined, it was understandable how she had managed to masquerade as a man, but that didn't mean that they were invulnerable... If anything, the power in her body just made her beating look all the more vicious.
His fists continued to rain blows into her midsection, blow after blow, slam after slam, until her eyes began to roll back into the back of her head.
"THAT'S ENOUGH BERSERKER!" The voice rang out again, the command caused the man torturing Saber to step back, letting her collapse to the ground.
The slender blond woman fell to her hands and knees, coughing, a bit of blood coming from her lips. Bruises spotted her abs, her breasts, even a few on her cheeks.
Heracles had not been merciful to her, and her exhaustion was clear. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, and tears seemed to well up in her eyes... Not of humiliation, but frustration, at how easily she was being overpowered.
"And it looks like 'Zerker's not done playing with his food~!" The announcer called, and it was the only warning Saber got before the giant reached down, and wrapped his arms around hers, pulling back.
In one mighty pull, Saber was suddenly dangling in his grasp, her legs hanging low around his knees.
The massive man had locked her in a brutal full nelson hold, and was beginning to twist and shake, throwing her around like a dog. Archer winced at the sight of her suffering.
In his years serving the counterforce, Archer had gained intimate knowledge of the human body... And he knew just how brutal that hold was.