"Oh enough!"

The amount of information disparity in this war bordered on a joke. In her own day it was simple: you boarded a ship, sailed to a new coast, and attacked the nearest settlement from the sea. No one ever saw it coming. And if they did you simply circled around behind them on land and killed them then. It was possible, even easy, to run down huge swaths of a kingdom in a single raid despite whatever nation you were invading having far more soldiers than you ever could. All it took was a willingness to fight when others wouldn't, and even more than that a willingness to run until you were where they weren't.

But this? Absurd! Her own father would quiver at the prospect of this war. All of the great heroes that had been summoned were already in alignment against her before she'd even been allowed to show up! The strongest last, that was the rule of the ritual, but even still how could they have organized this much? Eyes everywhere, watching them. An utter impossibility. Her every move known before she even settles on making it. One trap closes around her and it launches a second and a third by triggering as if the whole thing were some overdesigned machine with no purpose other than the death of the Saber class Servant. Who had ever heard of such a hollow mockery of a war? Was that simply how things were done these days?

Her own 'allies' were either sniveling or naive beyond the point of uselessness. There was no more time to let them debate the particulars of how many among them were marked for death. Saber catches Diaofei under the butt with her boot and flips her up into the air, leaping just enough to catch her on top of the dragon she is already carrying. There is no time to drop either of them. She lands, and her legs bow under the combined weight. But she holds. She is strong enough to move, and quickly.

Her first step is toward the Kun shrine, but a tug from the shadows crawling across her body makes her flinch. In that instant the great vehicle is snapped in half under Archer's artillery barrage. She pivots, and sprints away from both shrines instead. Toward the unknown. Doubtless, toward the next part of the trap. Irrelevant. She cannot die until she kills Actia. 

"If either of you lets go," she snarls, "I'll kill you on the spot. You will wish this rain fell on you instead."