[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

In almost every way that could count, it was a killing blow. The length of the sword and the angle guaranteed that even this giant couldn't simply shrug off the attack as a flesh wound. Regardless of what happened, this Berserker was dead unless magical healing were to be delivered immediately. Yet, defying sense in a way that could only indicate a Servant, he wasn't going to die when killed. Not that needing more attacks to fell him was going to be an issue...

If not for Berserker's sudden attack leaving Lancelot in no position from which to retain his sword and avoid harm at the same time.

The better option was naturally to back away, leaving the sword embedded through the foe's side; even if the wound itself wasn't going to immediately fell him, a two-handed blade thrust through his entire torso would restrict his movement. All the better, since he needed to acquire another weapon immediately and this enemy was the only one around to provide a replacement that wouldn't incapacitate Lancelot's unaware Master unless the fight could be ended in a handful of strokes.

It was why, when the next attack came, the knight rushed forwards and under the danger, trusting his armour to ward off any glancing blows despite the brute's strength, and seized the shaft of one axe. In a contest of strength, Berserker would undoubtedly win... but with two hands, better leverage, and to simply continue his blow beyond its natural motion whilst knowing how to wield the axe better than the madman himself?

An axe versus an axe and the battlefield equalised, Lancelot flowed to capitalise on the sudden change in dynamics: from within his enemy's reach, a cut to the arm. An arm that, with Berserker's size, was an unmissable target. The aim? Not death, not incapacitation--nothing so final from within his reach. Simply to cut through the muscle that allowed him to fight back. With one working arm, it would be a moment's work to decide the battle.

Even a Servant needed a head.

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[h2]Honoria Sigurddottir[/h2]

"Oh, but it's not a question of his winning," the musical magician stated, tempo picking up, "Only if he can defeat a Servant before mere skeletons are cleared. Yet from the look of it, doesn't it seem like his opponent will simply prolong the battle no matter what? Your Servant is good, but not a battlefield god."

Money was of no interest to Honoria--perhaps because she had almost none from her constant travelling--but exploring an ancient city? It was an interesting concept. Entirely unknown music, something to warp into spells more potent than her usual fare by its own age... and seeing what magic existed at this time. Something that could surely give insight on modern methods and how to break them apart...