[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

The knight came to a halt when the skeletal army opened up, having been unable to find a weapon that seemed ideally suited for the task of clearing a significant chunk of the walking dead around him. Not until now, if the look of the sword that Lancelot held in his hands was any indication. It was too perfect, yet the feel and the styling felt like an echo of a blade that once he had fought beside but later forced to confront. Yet it couldn't be Galatine; the lengths and styling were slightly different. A sword that was like Galatine and Excalibur but unalike, yet not in the same way that his Arondight differed...

This sword was unquestionably of a lineage nearly equal to the Sword of Promised Victory and yet greater than Galatine. It was yet another question that would never be answered: how Caladbolg had made its way from the King of Heroes' treasury to Ireland. Yet now the original was in his hands and would have to be put to use against the dark-skinned Servant in front of him.

The madness in this enemy's eyes was plain to see, an unsettling reminder of his own flaws. But madness was exploitable; lost in his own rage, his king had been a distraction that anyone could take use of had they worked it out. Against an enemy that didn't have the wits to see through even the simplest ruse... he could afford to try and end the battle in a single blow the moment it began.

A sane foe would have been able to predict what was going to happen, the knight's hand flashing up by his shoulders and undoing the clasps binding the cape. Nobody engaged in a duel would fall for such blatant preparation for the trick pulled when Lancelot surged forwards, cape being used as a feint, to blind and distract the berserker for just an instant whilst those axes cut through the fabric--an instant used to press in close to his side and drive Caladbolg up and through the stomach. Size and reach counted for nothing if you hadn't the wits to use it.

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[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

Her Servant's strength was magnificent... though his ability to put it to the most effective use seemed to be somewhat lacking. Even without the problems of Mad Enhancement clouding combat abilities, Kintoki seemed to be very much of a "hit first and think later disposition"--in future fights, maybe she should participate more directly? Unlike many Masters, it would be difficult for her to easily be brought down in a battle against something less than a Servant, and from that range he could be directed...

When all the golems had cleared out, the Einzbern had moved once more to be within arms reach of her Servant. This meant overhearing Atalanta's suggestion.

Svetleaze looked at the approaching golem.

Then back at Kintoki.

Then back at the golem.

Its size was immense--it was bigger than the walls here, and would have stacked up impressively even against the castle she viewed as home. Certainly, there were Servants that would be easily able to annihilate such a thing, yet the number of Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasms was extremely few and the most famous wielder of such a thing was elsewhere on the battlefield.

"I think this might be too large a foe for even my Servant to destroy in one blow."

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[h2]Honoria Sigurddottir[/h2]

The musician, continuing to sit on the parapets, had switched from playing to try and ineffectually disturb the skeletons over to simply providing a level of ambience to the battle. It seemed too quiet for taking down an entire skeletal army, with the only noises able to clearly carry to hear being the sound of Gilgamesh's projectiles slamming into the ground after destroying any obstacles. 

The wager was an interesting one... and had an obvious answer as far as she was concerned: "Someone that big is gonna take longer to die than a bunch of skeletons can slow down the King of Knights. Their boss is going down before Lancelot is done."