[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

Something felt wrong. The moment that they stepped into the room, Benienma could feel it.

Mary didn't respond. She didn't even turn to face them. Instead, she simply kept watching that strange image, a shadowy shape struck down by what looked like a Servant...

Then the small redheaded Servant felt it. Something was surging, some kind of power...!

A flash of brilliant light erupted from around her body, her casual outfit instantly replaced by her kimono, her katana materializing on her hip. She could almost see it, feel it, the pressure suddenly exuded from the direction of the girl sitting on the bed. In an instant, she was already moving, lunging forward, stepping in front of her Master...!

From the darkness beneath the bed, there erupted hands. Hundreds of pale, feminine hands, stretching unnaturally. Reaching, grasping, hands open as they extended towards her Master...!

But the battoujutsu of Benienma would suffice!

Smoothly the enma's katana slide from its sheath, faster then the human eye could perceive. It cut a path through the air as it went, blade flashing through swarm of grasping hands once, then twice, then three times, then four, then five, then again and again and again...!

Just as swiftly, the small girl's weapon slide back into its sheath. The hands fell apart, cut hundreds of times in an instant, blood erupting from the chunks of flesh as they fell to the ground in a gruesome heap.

"Whatever monster you may be, reveal yourself!" Benienma demanded, her hand still on the hilt of her sword. That thing hiding in Mary's shape, whatever it was... it was evil. The aura it held was no longer concealed, it was pure and total evil! "That [i]thing[/i] is no Servant!"

The creature that looked like Mary lazily looked over her shoulder, a wide smirk on her face.

"... My my, Judge of Hell... I felt that~" she began, "How exhilarating... the edge of that sword cutting me over and over, ah...~"

The Saber-class Servant narrowed her eyes.

"But I suppose there's no point in this disguise any longer, is there...?"

'Mary' reached up, opening her mouth. Her right hand gripped her upper jaw... and pulled. Slowly, the skin began to peel back, a ugly cracking sound coming as 'Mary's' flesh split at the corners of her mouth.

There was something inside. Green eyes, staring out from within. The figure's left had gripped her lower jaw, as well, splitting it open entirely to reveal what was inside.

Fair skin. Black hair. Dots marking her forehead. It was undeniable the one they looked upon was the same as the one who had informed them of the difference in Mary's behavior in the first place.

"Meeting myself... it's quite a strange experience, isn't it~?" the figure said, cocking her head to one side as she did. "Sessyoin Kiara~"

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[h2]Arena[/h2]

"Ah!?"

Her opponent...! She had leaped into the air just like that! Aaah, she'd messed up going for a charge like this, it was hard for her to change direction or adjust her positioning, that long polearm swinging down towards her...!

Twisting her body, Gareth raised her shield upwards, the enemy's weapon slamming into it just as she managed to move. Beneath her, the ground cracked and then shattered all at once, a crater opening beneath the small, armored figured. She gritted her teeth, the shock of the impact rocking her arm as she felt the blow.

The impact was enough to knock her off her feet, to send her rocketing across the arena, slamming into the earth and rolling once, her armor clanking.

But the tip of her lance bit into the ground, as Gareth steadied herself.

No way, a Knight of the Round Table wouldn't be defeated like that!

Wrenching her lance free of the ground, she raised her shield once more. This time she was taking a more defensive stance!

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