[ Caster's brows are furrowed, his expression that of frustration and annoyance, but the anger evaporates. Archer won't even let him have that, a proper rage, a proper fight. For once instead of the laser precision jabs he- still goes for laser precision but it's neutral, even appreciative in some way.

Instead of insults, there's a respect. Damn it. Caster sighs, his arms relaxing. ]

Does the one you speak of can truly be called that? It's almost contrary to what "hero Cú Chulainn" stands for. [ He lets out a brief bitter laugh. That's right, that's what is bothering him. He's not meant to change his fate- it was sealed upon the moment the prophecy. Whole life just a road to that one fixed end. ] A hero and his Noble Phantasm are one and the same, Archer. You saw what mine in this form is.

[ A burning cage of tragic death, looking sacrifice, that's what it is. It burns and destroys everything in its wake. ]

I could raze all Servants in Grail War with it and none would get any idea who does it belong to!

[ They could guess some famous druids, maybe even Cathbad, sure, think he's his own grandfather. That to speak, it proves his point. His Noble Phantasm belongs to a nameless druid, his name effectively erased. Even when he introduced himself with his True Name to Rider, he assumed at first it was just a god he must represent. ]