Fate Grand Order: Amazon Spirit 9 (Patreon)

(Warning: This story contains female muscle, female muscle growth, minor action-oriented violence, muscle worship, and graphic sexual content)

It had been a couple of hours since they last communicated with Gudao. And the mood was tense, to say the least.

Helena watched as Gudako fidgeted from her spot on the ground, her fingers idly plucking a blade of grass and twirling it before finally snapping it in two, and then doing the same with another. The girl who always wore her heart on her sleeve did not bother hiding how much she worried for her brother.

Mordred was passing the time by doing one-handed push-ups. Her physique was toned and moderately muscular right now, but it was still enough to inspire envy in the young amazon.

Meanwhile, the legendary huntress stood at the side of their makeshift camp with her arms crossed and her eyes closed; the subtle twitch of her ears indicated she was keeping track of any potential threats by hearing alone.

Orna and her troupe had been vanquished by the powerful women. She disgraced amazon put up a fight against Mordred, but she ultimately retreated, leaving her companions to fend for themselves. It did not take long for them to spill the proverbial beans, as that weird saying went. It helped that Mordred could be extremely scary when she wanted to. The fact that she forced their ‘boss’ flee helped a lot.

This woman, Koyanskaya, the one responsible for all the potions that gave a quick way to strength, wanted Gudao for very particular reasons.

Now, what those reasons were, they did not know.

No longer of any use, the Heroic Spirits voted to execute the women, but Gudao overruled it. She didn’t get that level of mercy for people who tried to kidnap her brother. Had she been in her shoes, Helena would have hung the bodies as a warning.

But it was not her choice… nor had she been able to provide anything remotely useful in the battle. She had been knocked out with just one punch, swatted away like she was a mere fly…

Her pride was far more wounded than her body. So much training, so much effort to discover herself, to open her heart to the Amazon Spirit… and there she was, just a noodle-limbed waif, a weak excuse for an amazon.

Helena shook her head, trying to dispel those dark thoughts. She walked up to Gudako, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”

The orange-haired girl pursed her lips. “He should be here by now. Medea would have no issue taking him here. So where is he?” She sounded so lost.

Helena wasn’t comfortable placing their trust in the Witch of Betrayal, but that was none of her business.

“Medea is a reliable ally.” Said the woman who was part of the Argonauts with the witch. “Reputation aside, you know she would not fail you or your brother.”

“I know, just-!” She sighed. “Why haven’t they reached out again?”

Mordred huffed as she finished her set, baling her fists between her legs as she crossed them. “Your brother’s a smart guy; if something happened, he most likely figured a way out of it. You don’t have to worry.”

“I don’t have to, but I will. Thank you very much.”

“Honestly, we should be focusing on why they wanted him in the first place.” The knight said.

Atalanta looked oddly pensive. “It could be because he is a Master.”

“So is red here,” Mordred pointed out, waving her hand at the other master in the party. “But he was the target. They got a wyvern to kidnap him and everything.”

Gudako snarled as she stood up. “I don’t care why they wanted him; nobody is gonna hurt my brother if I have anything to say about it!”

“I understand, Master.” The Huntress said placatingly. “But we should consider our next move. If he has yet to communicate with us, we should consider moving on-“

“Moving on?!” She hissed through her teeth. “Like hell we’re moving on until we know he’s okay!”

That sort of devotion to her kin carried a great fire within her, which seemed to burn like an outside force… It reminded Helena of amazons who would call upon the Amazon Spirit. A sort of supernatural sense that made one’s instincts pay attention and marvel in awe at the display of power.

It gathered around Gudako like a cloak of energy. Almost invisible to the naked eye, but to those more spiritually attuned, it was unmistakable.

Atalanta and Mordred looked sharply at the young Master, who softly growled and snarled through clenched teeth. Her fists quivered at her sides as she clenched them very tightly, fighting back the surge of anger she felt. The pulses that emanated from here were slow but wild…

The most visible parts of her body, her forearms and the upper part of her thighs, looked firmer than before. A touch more… toned.

Helena’s breath hitched. Amazon Spirit? On a newcomer? She was no amazon, no native of these lands, no Heroic Spirit. How could she even display hints of the great power already?

Atalanta uncrossed her arms and approached her, her lips parted slightly as she pondered what to say. “Master, your mana…”

“Holy shit, it rose like a LOT!” Mordred was far more blunt about what they felt. “I think you’re channeling Amazon Spirit!”

The young woman gasped, letting the energy ebb out of her in slow waves. “I… what? No, that can’t be, I wasn’t… I don’t know what was happening.” She muttered, looking very wary and confused as she nursed her head in her hands.

“You’re not in the best state of mind, Master.” Atalanta patiently said. “Please, take a rest. We’ll keep waiting for word of Gudao. If nothing comes, we’ll decide what to do later, okay?”

“…Ok.” She softly muttered. The idea of proceeding without her brother went against every single fiber of her being. But right now, they were out of options and still full of questions.

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