[h2]𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊[/h2]"Oh yeah, go get him! I wanna see what you guys are made of!" Mordred yelled at Bradamante from the edge of the arena. Now that she was in public eyes' view, waiting her turn, the Knight of Treachery was wearing her helmet once again so her voice came out slightly distorted but still audible enough to be heard by both of the Servants occupying the stage.

"It seems that Sir Lancelot is still the same. Always being considerate of his opponents even when a clear advantage is set before his eyes. There's no wonder why the King considers him a peerless knight," Tristan said, mostly to himself, as he "observed" the fight that was about to begin.
[h2]𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝[/h2]
"A monster, huh? I wonder what kind of creature it could be? Despite Heroic Spirits becoming a part of daily life of this city, there were no reports of phantasmal species of any kind being seen around this area until now," Othis thought deeply about gossip Holmes and she overheard in their way to get a boat for themselves.

"Maybe it's a species of conventional marine life mutated by the increased number of  free spiritrons in the vicinity of this city," she continued to consider their situation until Holmes' voice called her attention right as they were about to run into a shady-looking, dapper old man.

"What's the problem, Holmes? Is he someone you know? Maybe... an old acquaintance?"