[center][sub][@Floodtalon] [@Yukitamas][/sub][/center]

[center][h2][color=#FFD700]Saber of Whitehall[/color][/h2]
[h3]Hilltop Church[/h3][/center]
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The situation really wasn’t in favor of Saber. Not only was she outmaneuvered and outsmarted; she was outnumbered. There was not a single mind alive who would place their bets on Saber winning; and yet, there was no sign of doubt or fear within her as the situation worsened. Perhaps she was used to these events, or perhaps there was simply no reason for those concepts, but the Saber in the here and now was simply not about to be struck down so easily.

Staying as she was would be completely useless, as both berserker's fist, and the lightning bolts would hit her full force, but surrounding her from every direction were summoned skeletons, making an escape very risky as well. But in this chaotic moment, chaotic movements were required. 

And so, Saber placed a hand on her stomach reinforced with a barrier of wind to reduce the damage of the uppercut. While the momentum of the punch and wind caused her to spin around her axis; she used that rotating movement to her advantage, releasing deadly wind slashes against Darius and the skeletons. After reorienting herself, she then used one last wind burst, and propelled herself out of reach of the lightning bolts just in time.

[color=#FFD700]“Man you almost had me there didn’t you? Although I can’t really consider it [i]skill[/i], what with the guy in the back shooting his ass off to save you.”[/color]