[h2]𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊[/h2]"Alright, let's do this!" Mordred said when her attention was called back to her own battle.

She rose Clarent in an overhead stance as she glared at Chiron. The sudden spike in the hostility coming from her would be noticeable even when she was wearing her helmet. A moment later, she burst forward leaving a crack of crimson lightning behind her as she jumped high up and used her Mana Burst to propel herself back towards Chiron like a vengeful bolt from the gods he was acquainted with.

If Lancelot was the apex of refinement between the Knights of the Round Table, Mordred was the apex of brute force. Crashing down on her enemies like a raging torrent. Knowing that both Seira and her Father were watching her at this moment made was to go even further beyond her normal self.