[h2]Sir Lancelot and Laetitia[/h2]

"The chance with your fighting style was a slim one, but there was always a chance," the other knight said, trying to be as consolatory as he could. Admittedly, if he wanted to be fully honest, the chance was verging on non-existent even before the rules of the arena. Even with all else considered and the possibility for Bradamante have kept a cooler head... he had still been holding back the greatest boost to his capabilities.

Turning around to survey the aftermath, he saw that both Mordred had gone for a more... brutal approach, and that the others were now descending from the stands, one with concern for her Servant and the king no doubt seeking to find her first opponent. Or admonish him for not ending his fight all the faster.

"Hey, nice job, didn't think such a big sword could be used like that," she said in passing, looking down again at the hungry suit-wearing Servant. Hmm, the sword she had was about the same size, did that mean that Arturia had a similar fighting style? Or was the tiny food destroyer actually as brute force as Lancelot wasn't? "I guess I don't need to get more snacks?"