“Wa—wait, that’s totally not fair, ganging up on someone else like that!” Elizabeth complained about the sudden appearance of a troupe of flying beauties who referred to the enemy Lancer as Elder Sister. “You are valkyries as well, aren’t you? If that’s the case, you should know that there’s something wrong with her,” the pink-haired Lancer added, pointing her spear at the invaders.

Keisuke’s voice snapped Elizabeth out of the momentary scuffle. “Right! Hold on, Puppy,  I’m going to give you a first class seat for the best ride of your life!” she replied, wrapping her tail around him and unfurling her wings. However, before the Lancer could take to skies and regroup with the Casters…

“Wha—!?” Elizabeth yelped in surprise, as her sight was robbed by a bright light.

“Can it… Sa— Saber!?” she said, her voice quivering in disbelief once her vision returned and she took notice of the falling petals and the golden theater that surrounded them. Even if Elizabeth had been summoned to a million different Holy Grail Wars, there was no way that she would forget these walls; not after being on the receiving end of their owner’s offensive so many times.

The Lancer barreled the crimson-dressed blonde, cutting a swath through the enemy lines—dragging Keisuke along with her— once she set her eyes on Nero’s current form. What in the world was she thinking? “How— no, why?” Elizabeth asked while hugging the other girl.

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“Laaaancer! Do you know what you are doing!?” Atalanta yelled at the opposing Servant in a feral voice, her face contorted in a feral scowl.

Regardless of her foe’s reply—if there was ever was any— the Berserker never halted her charge, not giving any ground to the Lancer. Once she was within range for the final lunge, Atalanta tackled one of the wolves, throwing it out of balance before delivering a swift kick that would send the massive beast flying toward her target as if it were a mere ragdoll.

Instead of exploring the blind spot she created for a direct charge, Atalanta dashed aside with blinding speed, reaching the edge of the forest in the blink of an eye. The Huntress jumped and used a tree as a springboard to propel herself to another tree laying a little further behind the Lancer. From there, Atalanta went for a presumed killing blow, aiming her claws to the back of her opponent’s neck, hoping to catch her opponent with her guard down before the wolf even hit her.