{We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all are created equal.} [George Washington, King of Rebellion] {Archer} [Fate Servant OC] [Master:@protaxonist]
Archer will calmly walk Raikou back to her room and place her in bed, laying a cup of warm chamomile tea on the table beside her, and take his leave.
"Rest well, then."
George sighed, nearing Rikka's residents, and upon his mount landing...
His legs collapsed beneath him.
"D-damn it all..." He cursed, struggling to his feet. His clothing was in tatters, blood coating many of it, and his right arm was bent in a very unnatural way...