[This is not the path Kadoc would have chosen in a vacuum. More than ever, here in Camelot, he isn't meant for combat; he's a Master, and most Masters keep off the front lines and work as support in the back. Just because he's broken that rule a time or two himself when it's been necessary (or he's felt like it, ahem) doesn't mean it's not still the best strategy for a mage, especially one of his "caliber," to hang back. And here? He doesn't even have the weak offense magecraft he'd have been able to use back home in this situation. He has only Light magic, and as good as he's gotten at it, he has not yet come up with any offensive uses for it.
Maybe he can blind the thing for a minute or two.
Either way, he has no choice: when he hears that the Spirit Guardian ritual he'd gone through earlier this month could help turn the tide of this battle, he has to go. It would feel like shirking everything that he is as a Master to not go make use of his bound Spirit in battle. There's probably a reason the tattoo on his back looks exactly like his Command Spells, he thinks, and has thought since the day he got it; this outcome feels almost inevitable. He has to go fight, or rather, he has to go direct some other entity to fight under his command. That one he's used to.
He slings a pack on and his Familiar around his neck, and he goes.
They catch up, eventually, Kadoc and his unnamed horse. He's no expert on horseback, but it's a thing he can do well enough to keep up with the party. As soon as his feet touch the ground—the horse can stay with Archimedes for this—he darts through the trees until he's got a good vantage point with a clear view of the golem, and—
It comes very easily. He had already known the private, indulgent ways in which he'd thought of the spirit in his back. Those thoughts have been with him for too long this month for the thing to have any other name, or to come out looking any other way.]
Use my life to strengthen yours—Viy! Viy, Viy, Viy!
. . . It's a comfort. Despite everything, with this, he feels a rare surge of confidence in this mission.]
(( For anyone who'd like some light-hearted goose antics, see my catchall post with that prompt here! I'm up for other prompts too; I wanted to get this one out there, but feel free to wildcard me with candle antics or pre- or post-Golem fight shenanigans. I forgot to comment to the event plotting post, but catch my monthly plotting here or hit me up on Discord (Hen#6953) or Plurk (benthic) to discuss. Or just come at me! ))
Kadoc Zemlupus | Fate/Grand Order
[This is not the path Kadoc would have chosen in a vacuum. More than ever, here in Camelot, he isn't meant for combat; he's a Master, and most Masters keep off the front lines and work as support in the back. Just because he's broken that rule a time or two himself when it's been necessary (or he's felt like it, ahem) doesn't mean it's not still the best strategy for a mage, especially one of his "caliber," to hang back. And here? He doesn't even have the weak offense magecraft he'd have been able to use back home in this situation. He has only Light magic, and as good as he's gotten at it, he has not yet come up with any offensive uses for it.
Maybe he can blind the thing for a minute or two.
Either way, he has no choice: when he hears that the Spirit Guardian ritual he'd gone through earlier this month could help turn the tide of this battle, he has to go. It would feel like shirking everything that he is as a Master to not go make use of his bound Spirit in battle. There's probably a reason the tattoo on his back looks exactly like his Command Spells, he thinks, and has thought since the day he got it; this outcome feels almost inevitable. He has to go fight, or rather, he has to go direct some other entity to fight under his command. That one he's used to.
He slings a pack on and his Familiar around his neck, and he goes.
They catch up, eventually, Kadoc and his unnamed horse. He's no expert on horseback, but it's a thing he can do well enough to keep up with the party. As soon as his feet touch the ground—the horse can stay with Archimedes for this—he darts through the trees until he's got a good vantage point with a clear view of the golem, and—
It comes very easily. He had already known the private, indulgent ways in which he'd thought of the spirit in his back. Those thoughts have been with him for too long this month for the thing to have any other name, or to come out looking any other way.]
Use my life to strengthen yours—Viy! Viy, Viy, Viy!
[Curse them all, freeze them all, kill them all!
The shadow-thing unfurls from his back, wispy tendrils curling around him, just like he remembers them. Like someone else's Familiar that he once knew.
. . . It's a comfort. Despite everything, with this, he feels a rare surge of confidence in this mission.]
(( For anyone who'd like some light-hearted goose antics, see my catchall post with that prompt here! I'm up for other prompts too; I wanted to get this one out there, but feel free to wildcard me with candle antics or pre- or post-Golem fight shenanigans. I forgot to comment to the event plotting post, but catch my monthly plotting here or hit me up on Discord (Hen#6953) or Plurk (