[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

"This is my victory," Lancelot stated, adjusting smoothly to the anticipated attack and stopping only at the last instant, shining blade held gently against Bradamante's throat, but not quite cutting the skin, "Your ability is great, but your fighting style is almost the same as Sir Gareth's."

Or close enough. There were precious few people in the world who went in for rocket-propelled spears.

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[h2]Alkyrieaze von Einzbern[/h2]

Continuing to watch Altera's somewhat awkward approach to the dessert--it really was a new thing to her, wasn't it?--Alkyrieaze continued, "A new Master, one that had summoned Berserker or something similar. When he commanded the Berserker to stand down, they didn't just not work--a weak Master or some skill would obviously cover that--but instead got turned into a simple power boost. Obviously, if the only insurance we have over mad Servants going out of control and destroying the city starts making it worse... well, the old grail wars will look like nothing."