[h2]The Arena[/h2]

"Thank you," Lancelot said, giving the blonde lancer a pause--but then he was moving forward, himself pushing the attack. Although at first the knight seemed to be mirroring the attack he had just parried, only enough time was left to recognise it before the stab was cancelled, feinted into an upwards slash... and the blade lined with mana. Although he may not have had the abilities of the King, Arondight itself had such capabilities--even if he wouldn't be able to utilise them for a battle of endurance, as against Gawain.

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[h2]Alkyrieaze von Einzbern[/h2]

"Pick up already..." the Einzbern grumbled, making a vague motion for Altera to stop--it would be a pain to have to deal with the authorities for long when there were more important matters. Such as, for instance, getting Serene to pick up her phone so Da Vinci could be used to answer some questions.

Altera seemed to just watch with a barely-concealed lack of interest as the tiny Saber sliced apart the fire escape, making no move to rescue the various bystanders. It wasn't required of her by her Master nor was it her duty, so why should she do something like that? It would be more important to chase down the fleeing Berserker, but she couldn't leave her fragile summoner alone with other Servants.