[As he transforms, fur and fangs giving way to flesh and a more human mouth, he falls. He may have won the battle, eliminating Rider from the war, but at what cost? He's used up nearly all of his strength on that transformation and subsequent battle, and it takes everything he has to keep from completely faceplanting into the ground.
There, on his hands and knees with wreckage around him, he just gasps for air. Each transformation takes a lot out of him, and while the fights are usually hazy whenever he uses his Noble Phantasm, this one had some surprisingly clear moments.
Inaba, standing there in the open, putting herself at risk for his sake.
The enemy Master, seeing Inaba, and resorting to dirty tactics.
The rage that followed as Atsushi barely acted in time, eliminating the Master before he could do anything to her.
And then the fight. The fight with a relieved Rider, happy to not be under that man's thumb anymore.
Well, Rider isn't around anymore either, at least. They're not out of the clear yet, another Servant could show up and finish him off easily. Or her. Not all Masters and Servants play this war game honorably, after all.]
I-Inaba...
[He can barely hold himself up, but he's still looking to her. He's sure he's a mess now, his clothes likely ripped from his transformation, but he cares little. What matters the most right now is his Master, and making sure she is alright.]
For Inaba!
There, on his hands and knees with wreckage around him, he just gasps for air. Each transformation takes a lot out of him, and while the fights are usually hazy whenever he uses his Noble Phantasm, this one had some surprisingly clear moments.
Inaba, standing there in the open, putting herself at risk for his sake.
The enemy Master, seeing Inaba, and resorting to dirty tactics.
The rage that followed as Atsushi barely acted in time, eliminating the Master before he could do anything to her.
And then the fight. The fight with a relieved Rider, happy to not be under that man's thumb anymore.
Well, Rider isn't around anymore either, at least. They're not out of the clear yet, another Servant could show up and finish him off easily. Or her. Not all Masters and Servants play this war game honorably, after all.]
I-Inaba...
[He can barely hold himself up, but he's still looking to her. He's sure he's a mess now, his clothes likely ripped from his transformation, but he cares little. What matters the most right now is his Master, and making sure she is alright.]
Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?
[As long as she is alright, he will be too.]