[h2]Mordred[/h2]

"Hah!"

Mordred's uncomfortable, weighty helmet retracted just as swiftly as it had appeared, revealing her head once more. Her headbutt had been successful, she'd almost busted that bastard's chestplate wide open! She realized quickly enough, thankfully, that the magical girl was preparing her own attack and quickly moved back in time to see an enormous pink laser tear her way. Yeah, that sure was a magical girl's kind of magecraft. She knew that well enough from seeing Illya. Unfortunately, the beam hadn't hit home, instead the guy had turned into... some kind of pink mist or something? Damn it, that made him way hard to hit!

"Coward!" snapped the blonde-haired knight, glaring at the drifting pink particles. She just wanted to get in close and sink Clarent into his chest up to its hilt as soon as she could! Unfortunately, it seemed like the moth man had other plans, as he was making a beeline straight for... Andersen.

The bastard was going right for the weakest member of their group, the one who was just about totally useless in a close range fight. Or a long range fight. Really, fighting wasn't the Caster's area of expertise. He was better at supporting those around him. Not that Mordred would ever [i]praise[/i] the sarcastic little son of a bitch for that.

But right now he was in the most danger. So Mordred did the first thing that came to mind.

That is, charging right at him with her shoulder tipped forward. He'd get knocked out of the way and she'd be right in the way of the bastard moth man!

[@Dezuel][@Raineh Daze][@Rin]