[ It's one spider, Ozy!

Arthur tosses away the spider to let it scurry away unfettered into some underbrush, but he frowns when the pharaoh pulls the little lion away and it cries out in momentary surprise. The Great Sphinx is infinitely more tolerable when it's a tiny fraction of its usual size, the knight has to admit, and much more likable too. He's a little embarrassed to admit he was looking forward to bonding more with the beast.

He lets Ozymandias do his grandstanding while he dusts off his hands and finally rises from the ground, straightening up and smoothing out his black clothes. When the pharaoh seems to have finished, Arthur crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at him, not really annoyed because he expected this and it's why he'd been avoiding him in Chaldea anyway, but certainly not pleased all the same. ]

I chose to come to this place no more than you. And I did not come here right now to fight. Calm yourself, pharaoh.

[ He scoffs quietly and shakes his head. ]

To think I was worried about the likes of you for even a moment.