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[h3][center] Outside the Bounded Field, Einzbern Forest [/center][/h3]

[@Cu Chulainn] [@Crusader Lord] [@breo] 

“. . .Impossible . . .” 

Awe. 

That was the only emotion that Beita could even begin to feel at the sight granted to her by viewing her Servant’s eyes. A battle of giants that a human had no place in being confined within. She had viewed whom she could only assume to be the Einzbern Servant with her Master’s clairvoyance. 

All A-ranked or higher stats.

All A-ranked or higher skills. 

Hardly something someone could call “human”, yet not “inhuman”. These people represented the greatest possible beings in history. They simply existed to do as they are told, like familiars.

. . . Beings this possible could not be classified as “familiars”. To a modern magus, these were beings of intense power. Even the greatest people of the modern world whom have surpassed humans and became something "above human" were unable to contain these beings as true familiars. Thus, the different, western word was used. "Servant", those who serve, and "Master", those who rule. 

Benita might have had knowledge of a basic Holy Grail War ingrained into herself, but it was clear that a “Servant” in her eyes should not be this powerful. 

It must’ve been because of the Einzbern summoning the Servant in Germany that caused them to be so powerful, right? But it appeared that her own Servant had little reason not to be able to keep up with its opponent. Even if the Einzbern Servant was the strongest he could be, her own Servant appeared to have even surprised him in his ability. 

Benita narrowed down the search by a lot from seeing both his power and his skills, but there was no way in knowing for sure who the Saber in dazzling armor was. Perhaps if she could see one of his noble phantasms in action, she could reduce the list further, but currently, that was not the case. She had only assumed it was a great western Heroic Spirit, like King Arthur or Sigurd, due to the nature of his skills and stats. 

Benita wanted to retreat from this fight. After all, the purpose of this battle was to obtain the arrows, not fight each other to a bloody pulp. It was silly to fight over something minor. “Lancer Prime” should have been able to obtain the fireworks that had landed in the area, but the Saber before him seemed to be preventing his path forward. It was a pity, and she wanted to leave as soon as she can. Failure of the mission was an option when faced with something of incredible power, like the Servant before her Lancer.

… But, this was far from the case. Her “Lancer Prime” seemed more than capable of fighting and even defeating the person before him, forcing the “Saber” back and on the defensive.

She was speechless. 

She was in awe.

But most importantly … 

… She was impressed. 

Her Servant had lived up to his claims, and though she had desired at first to summon merely a Servant that could act as a support for her own “master”, the Servant that she had summoned was something greater than that. To be able to fight against the strongest card: Saber, was more than enough to exceed Benita’s expectations. And though it was clear that her Lancer was someone who chewed through mana, her own reserves seemed plenty to sustain the Servant. 

He was more than a match for the Einzberns. And if she could strike down that Servant, or even deal a blow to him, that would be more than enough to prove her worth in this war. Glory was something she was taught to avoid, but something awakened in her after watching this battle. A desire that she had long suppressed. 

The desire to prove oneself.

The desire to obtain glory. 

The desire to win.

Of course, the latter of which was something that she had always ingrained into herself. But it was not a “victory” that was for her own glory. It was the victory to prove herself to others. To show that she had worth. But now, she simply wanted to win for herself. She did know that this battle could not go on forever, so she issued an ultimatum to her Servant via the connection the two shared. Perverse her desire into something more … twisted … but still in line as to how a soldier should act. 

“Lancer, I am not looking for a flashy victory. If you cannot defeat this Servant within a few moments, I want to retreat. Though you are not forbidden to use anything in this battle, It would be best to reserve any trump cards unless your opponent brandishes his own.” 

This fight seemed to be two monsters of the battlefield going at it. Even so, it was rather amusing to watch the Einzbern “Saber” get his smug statement ripped away from him in a moment of combative heat from her own Servant. 

“However Lancer, I expect his head if he doesn’t give you the arrowheads. If I need you, I expect you at my side front and center.” 

There was still the issue of the Einzbern Master. They had yet to make a move against Benita. Perhaps hiding away at the edge of their barrier was either idiotic or one of her smarter moves. It was not like she had the power to break through the barrier on her own. So she would rely on her Servant to either defeat the opposing Servant or retreat when it was his time to leave. However, in the slightest bit of fear that there might be something or someone trying to take advantage of the situation, Benita was not afraid to activate her Command Spells; something that could contort the very nature of the world to suit a Servant by command. 

There was no ill-will displayed by Benita towards the Einzberns. If they wished to stop this show she would be more than happy to take the arrowheads from them to analyze them for herself. But considering the tales that “master” had told her of this house, and their infallible pride, she did not believe that the Einzbern house would settle for anything other than the head of the Servant.  In fact, there was a degree of respect from Benita to the Einzberns. Even if her “Master” had discussed them as prideful people, it was obvious that he still believed there was something good to be found within them, as if discussing a memory of a happier time. 

Even if their Servants were fighting over this petty issue . . . 

. . . she held no concept towards the house.

[s] Maybe if they wanted tea or coffee together she wouldn’t be opposed to it [/s]