Tristan — The Knight of Lamentation
Somewhere around the Core — Duel
"Ah, so that's how it's, then. Your beauty and your sadness are beyond even the track of Failnaught's melody, milady" Tristan thought as his opponent pushed the assault forth with a decisive and finishing strike of unparalleled beauty.
"Maybe, being defeated by such peerless beauty wouldn't be so sad. However, I can't forfeit my life just yet, not because of myself, but for someone who trusted her everything to this unworthy knight," he thought as he used the last of Failnaught's strength to counter Saber's attack with one last barrage of at least 20 "arrows", this time each of them spelling immediate death, or the loss of a limb. Some of the "shots" even came from crossed angles to encroach and slice through like so many shears.
As for the strike targeting him, dodging it was impossible. the only thing Tristan could do was defend himself with the ruined Failnaught and hope that it would be enough. And, it barely was. In fact, even accounting for Failnaught's sturdiness and the Archer's armor, he didn't escape this clash unharmed. A deep slice through his left shoulder making his arm pretty much useless.
However, not all was lost. Not as long as he had someone worth protecting.
And so, with a regretful thought, the Archer prayed.
And so, his request was answered with a miracle.
It might not be enough to make up for the difference in their skill, but the power coming from the Command Spell was more than enough to heal and restore Tristan, and Failnaught, to their best. No, even more than that.
If only for a brief moment, Archer could go beyond his very best, and Failnaught's song would be one to bring envy to the gods of poetry, and its "arrows", to those of archery.
It was only Tristan's conviction, but that was certainly had to be enough.
With his renewed strength, the red-haired Archer pushed forward, feet cracking the roof under themselves. Saber was faster and more skilled, but she doubtlessly lacked strength in the physical sense and that was what Tristan tried to capitalize on as he forced Failnaught forward and down with a burst of power unlike anything he displayed so far. He tried to push Saber's sword out of alignment and impair her form. At the same time, more and more "arrows" came, dozens at once, with a mere movement of Tristan's fingers. Most of them were aimed to kill or main Saber in the same manner as the those of his previous counter, but about one quarter of them were instead meant to bind her. For any other Servant, being bound by Failnaught would spell certain death, but Tristan had no doubt that Saber's mastery of the wind would allow her to get rid of them with ease. However, even a moment of restriction would make a lot of difference at this point.
However, this was only half of his counter as the true strike would follow the "arrows" when Tristan's free hand pulled away from his bow and unsheathed his sword. A simple, but effective downward strike aimed at Saber's head would follow. Between trying to not get pushed back, dealing with his "arrows", and Tristan's deadly strike, Saber's ability would have to be tested this time.
Otherwise, there truly was no chance for Tristan.
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