[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

"..."

Normally, there would be words for a fallen foe. But as Benienma flicked her blade clean of dissipating blood, she couldn't deny something felt somewhat... off. She couldn't detect if a Servant's spirit origin had vanished or not, she didn't have the capacity to do so beyond knowing that their presence had ceased. And that was most certainly a lethal injury to anyone who did not possess adequate self-recovery. But there was no denying the feeling within the diminutive enma's heart.

Something was wrong. She was certain that she had killed Hijikata Toshizo, and yet something was wrong.

But...

There was no further time that could be spent on such things. She could at least confirm the enemy was no longer present. Quietly, Benienma sheathed her sword, her attention now directed towards the boy.

It wasn't his fault. There was no telling what had truly happened at the moment, but the fact that he had attempted to use his command seals only to be met with failure, the words she had heard the Berserker speak...

Benienma's platform geta clicked against the concrete as she approached him, offering him her hand.

"... You aren't being arrested dechi," she began, "This is for your sake, and so that we can find out what happened here dechi. If your command seals didn't work, if he was summoned by someone else, we need to find out why. I'll be taking you in for questioning dechi."

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[h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon, Kobayashi Seria, Bradamante[/h2]

And just like that, both battles had concluded. Arturia observed for a few moments... the second that Bradamante had lunged forward to try and strike the opening Lancelot had left, she knew that battle had concluded. Mordred's fight, however, had been considerably more... messy. Mordred's jaw definitely appeared to be injured. And yet her reckless gambit had paid off. It wasn't as if taking a hit to win was as bad thing, Arturia had certainly done so before. But Mordred's fighting style... It was exactly what she expected from the Red Knight, in the end.

The blonde girl, having finished her snacks long ago, rose to her feet to proceed down to the field.

"..."

Bradamante lowered her weapon, taking a deep breath.

"... Aaah... just as expected from the legendary Knight of the Lake..." she commented, "There was no way I was going to win from the start, huh?"

She stepped back, smiling slightly as she did. The chance to duel someone like Lancelot... well, she'd known how to would end from the start, but doing anything less then fighting as hard as she could was wrong. It would be a dishonor to him. And so she had tried her hardest to claim victory.

Seria wordlessly bolted out onto the field the moment she was able to.

"Y-you idiot! Grrr..."

Her enthusiasm for the moment, had faded.

"That was really cool but you're still an idiot!" she cried, even as she began to prepare a healing spell. It was basic, but it was all that was really necessary... still, seeing her Servant do something like that! It was amazing, but it looked like she'd lost teeth or even broken her jaw from that impact! She didn't want to see something like that! Her mana flowed through her limbs as she came to a halt beside the red knight, raising her hands to her face.

Given Mordred's nature as a Servant, collecting any lost teeth wasn't really necessary. The mana she was utilizing would do everything that was required.

[@KoL][@Raineh Daze][@PKMNB0Y]