[h2]Laetitia[/h2]

Having been doing her best to stay out of the way of the fighting--and not flee the comparative safety of her Servant being [i]right there[/i] for the unknown dangers of outside--it was only a matter of time before the tall blonde realised that something was going very wrong. [i]She[/i] could do pretty impressive amounts of reinforcement with just her own body, or modify other spells. Most magi couldn't. So, when it was like something was draining all the mana in the area through a straw... what sort of ritual were they [i]doing?[/i]

Taking a deep breath, Laetitia started to see if she could trace where it was all headed...

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[h2]Lancelot[/h2]

Between his first strike and the king's onslaught, the shadow dragon was effectively--and far too easily, compared to a real one he would have thought--crippled. It still had its claws and flaming breath, but he could see its movements slowing, getting more desperate... and there was the opportunity. He ducked forwards, barely escaping the blast of flame. And then, like that, the Knight of the Lake was in the perfect position, unseen by the weakened monster.

A second later, and its head bounced on the arena floor.