Fate Grand Order: Amazon Spirit 04 - In Progress (Patreon)

Mordred liked Atalanta; she was steadfast, honorable, strong, and had a complete no-nonsense attitude that the knight fully respected. She liked to think they were similar in that regard, whereas Atalanta was reserved and did not speak out more than necessary, Mordred was boisterous and loud.

To each their own, but having fought alongside her (kinda) in that Great Holy Grail War, and now much more closely with Chaldea’s endless quests, she came to respect and (dare she say it, but not out loud of course) admire the huntress...

…Until she stole her kill, that is!

“What gives?!” Mordred shouted at the Archer up in the branches.

“I wasn’t going to let you take my prey,” Atalanta said with her deep yet soft-spoken voice, descending from the branch gracefully and dismissing her bow into magic particles. “Not after I went through the trouble of baiting it.”

“Your-!” Mordred let loose a string of unintelligible growls. “Oh, you’ve got some nerve, I challenged this boar fair and square!”

“And what a fine match it would have been.” She said with a dry tone, looking over the dead beast. “A Servant against a low-ranking monstrous species, truly a battle for the ages.”

“Ohhh!” Mordred mockingly waved her hands. “I’m sorry we can’t all have that ‘archer’s pride’ you marksman types have a hard-on for.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I saw a monster, I wanted to fight it, that’s all there is to it, Atalanta.”

“Atalanta?!” Elena, jumping from her spot in the bushes, squeaked out in a high-pitched tone. There were veritable stars in her eyes as she gazed upon the legendary huntress. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh my gods! I heard so much about you, you’re the best archer ever!”

“Not even in the top 10, kiddo.” Mordred drawled aridly. Her insult caused one of Atalanta’s feline ears to twitch, a sign of irritation even as she tried to keep composed in the face of the Red Knight’s usual obstinate attitude.

Elena merely went on with her fangirling, squeezing her fists over her chest and excitedly shaking them. “Everyone heard how you killed that enormous boar! And how you can shoot an arrow across the horizon! Oh my gods, I can’t believe I’m meeting you!”

Atalanta faintly smiled at the praise. “The first one was a collaborative effort. The second is well within my capabilities.”

“M-My name’s Elana! Pleased to meet you!”

“The pleasure’s all mine, child.”

Mordred snorted, and Elena’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly.

 “N-Not a child though…” She muttered.

Atalanta did not pay attention to her words, merely looking back at Mordred and eyeing the knight’s developed musculature. “You have awakened your Amazon Spirit.” She observed.

Mordred grinned. “You like?” She flexed a bicep, looking at it proudly. “See you have as well”

The level of musculature the cat woman possessed was quite respectable, not as much as a larger amazon, but her muscles filled out nicely, much like Mordred’s. Her outfit was form-fitting, not fully snug, but tight in a few places, like her stockings, highlighting the curves of her muscular legs.

“You’ll be participating in the tournament, I see,” Atalanta said.

“Yup. Guess you and I have to fight then?” The knight asked with a touch of eagerness.

“You’re mistaken.”

Both the Servant and the amazon were thrown for a loop.

“What?” Mordred dumbly replied.

“I hold no interest in this tournament. I prefer to keep my training and sharpen my skills through my own methods. These trials do not interest me,” The green-haired huntress said. “Feel free to participate at your heart’s content, you will not find me as a rival.”

She walked over the boar and squatted over, grabbing hold of its base. She proceeded to lift it over her head with one hand. The great beast’s form covered her in its shadow as Atalanta turned to face Mordred, “I advise you not to rush in; train and learn to master yourself before taking on more challenges.”

“Oh really?” Mordred called out just as the cat woman was about to leave. “What, you think I can’t handle it?”

“The fact you’re asking that question is answer enough.”

“Ever since I got here, I’ve done nothing but grow stronger,” She boasted, thrusting a thumb over her chest. “You’ll see how fast I can grow bigger than even the strongest amazons!”

Atalanta, still with the boar held above her, sighed. “As headstrong as always, there is more than just ‘growing’, Mordred. Amazon spirits demand discipline.”

“Oh yeah?” The knight grinned savagely, approaching the huntress until the two were face to face, under the shadow of the boar. “If you really think so, how about a small spar between the two? I’ll show you just how much ‘disciplined’ I am.”

Atalanta narrowed her eyes.

For a moment, there was only silence. Elena held her breath as she stared, feeling the intensity spark between the two.

The greek huntress sighed. “Fine,” She threw the boar’s body away with a loud crash as it fell to the ground. “Someone has to teach you what control really is.”