[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WtJ9W3l.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=b1d2d7][h1]Ilya Muromets[/h1][/color][h3]Tomb of Gül Baba, District II[/h3][/center][hr]
	Heterochromatic eyes widening, the Lancer took in every beat of what was happening before her with trained precision. A history of battles, be they against one strong foe or an army of enemies, lived on in Ilya's mind. She was disciplined in the art of war, and it was the reason that she was able to notice Berserker's feint with his left arm when he finished bridging the gap between the two Servants. 
	
	The mud created by Adina's song had little effect on Ilya's actual movement, that is, it would've had little effect if she had any intention to move from where she stood. Alas, the Lancer made it clear from the start, she was a protective wall, summoned to guard Kelemen no matter what dangers approach. 

[center][i]I am a fortress, my body is a castle.[/i][/center]
	With this reason for being once more pumping through her body, Ilya steadied in her defensive stance, shifting the positioning of her body only slightly to her left, and bringing her focus to what the true danger in this approach was. 

	Aligning her body ever so slightly with the right half of the Berserker's body but still keeping Kelemen perfectly positioned directly behind her, Ilya once more took a quick observation of the situation. In order to protect her Master from such an attack, she could either brace herself and take the full force of the impact...or she could try to cancel his attack out with her own. For anyone who knew of Ilya's legend and her personality, well, her answer should've be obvious.

	For just one single moment, barely longer than a blink, Ilya's attention seemed to shift from absolute focus on the approaching beast to a generalized state of tranquility. For just that single moment, she relaxed. For just that single moment, she released a soft, quiet but whistling breath. Once that moment was over, her eyes snapped back up to lock on the incoming downward swing of Berserker's right hand, her body brimming with new strength.
	
	With a sudden growl that crescendoed and erupted into a roar to match the Beast's, Ilya swung her right arm up with all the strength imbued in her body. Fists cracked against one another, Servant meeting Servant in a test of raw power. A loud clap echoed out from the moment their bodies met, and Ilya could feel the weight of Berserker's swing forcing her feet further into the ground. Holding steady, their fists continued to grind against each other, a battle of a Giant's strength attempting to fend off a Beast's.

	However, it was just that, an attempt. Despite noticing that he could still overpower her, instead of feeling despair, Ilya felt ecstatic. Once more that wickedly sharp grin that spread across her face when she initially noticed Berserker's presence in the area arose. Her eyes sparkled with rapture. She knew what was to come next, but that didn't stop her from praising her partner in this vicious dance. [color=e9a7b3]"So, the dog has a bite that matches his bark-"[/color]
	
	With only a few seconds of their fists fighting against each other to cheer out her approval, Ilya had to cut herself short. As quickly as their swings met, they eventually broke off, Ilya's arm sliding slightly to the outside of Berserker's and giving him room to finish his downward swing, though slightly off target now that they had clashed. Even with the full force of her hit pushing his hand to the side, Berserker's swing was still able to connect with the inside of her arm, sliding down along her forearm and ripping the skin. It was a good hit, but it was merely a fraction of what could've been had Ilya not fortified her mind and body before parrying his blow. 

	As Berserker finished his downward swing, Ilya used her momentum from being shoved back from the blow to spin towards Kelemen, wrapping him up in her unharmed arm and throwing him over her shoulder. She cut her feet briskly, changing directions and taking off in a perpendicular route from where Berserker approached. Her spear manifested in her right hand, drops of blood trickling down its form and peppering the ground behind her. 

	Though it was just a fraction of a difference, Ilya found herself cursing over the mud she had to run through, but as long as she could carry Kelemen so that his untrained body didn't need to fight through it, she was satisfied. The Beast had support from his Master, but Ilya had a source of determination and a purpose for her existence from hers.
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