[For Dio] The Bond of Servant and Master

[casterofcolchis]

She was free, but at a cost.

Medea coughed and grimaced in pain; blood dripped down her chin from the corner of her lip. Damn that Lancer. Medea had severed her ties to her Master, on her own she could have lasted maybe a day or so, relying on her own mana to keep her physical form. But after Lancer's attack, Medea was severely weakened. It had taken all of her focus, almost all of her mana, to fight him off and escape. She counted herself lucky; that spear was dangerous, it didn't take a genius to realize that it had some manner of curse over it.

Then again, most Lancers boasted weapons like that.

But, luckily, Medea had indeed escaped to a nearby forest, and was bleeding heavily in the grass. The rain poured, leaving her robes completely soaked within minutes and mixing with her blood, washing it away. But her wounds were so deep and severe that they continued to bleed. She tried to focus her mana, concentrating on her wounds in an attempt to heal herself. But pain rushed through her body and immediately made her stop. A failsafe, to keep her from using too much mana to maintain her physical form.

So this was it. This was how she was going to die. Bleeding to death before the Grail War even started.

Medea couldn't help herself, she chuckled lowly, then let out a cackle. That's what the third-rate excuse for a Master deserved, to have the life's work of his entire clan ruined, and then die slowly in a pillar of flame. It would have been perfect, if Lancer hadn't poked his head in and interfered.

But, if these were her final moments before she returned to the Throne of Heroes, Medea would spend them reliving her pitiful Master's death, and remembering Colchis...and how wonderful it would have been to win the Grail and return home to see her kingdom.