[b]Archer[/b]

"Idiot! Those chains could never hold this," Archer snapped, the bow dissolving into the ether as he moved forwards after Saber. The other guy in a red coat had made things [i]much[/i] worse; his attempt at trying to give most people a safer passage had failed and now there would be nothing for it but to try and fight there way through: the blonde would obviously shoot any other projectiles out of the air.

Unspoken was the guarantee that the dragon would be angry enough at the chains to attack them now even if it [i]wasn't[/i] their target. Hopefully, the blonde man wasn't as stupid as he was naive.

The sword-bound bullet did indeed find its way into a sword, but it wasn't the weapon he'd planned to fight: it was part of a matched pair of curved blades, which had appeared in Archer's hands without any reasonable explanation for their existence. To even the trained eye, the swords were of superlative quality; not only were Kanshou and Bakuya Noble Phantasms, even degraded, but they were Archer's default weapons and thus, even hastily replicated, their structure and history intimately familiar.

Saber's attack was going to continue as originally planned.