The two machine guns were not in any way inferior to the black knight‘s angry howl; screeching
hotly, they attacked Saber. The bullets, faster than the speed of sound, were still unable to
surpass the speed of Saber‘s sword. Nevertheless, the speed of twenty-odd bullets per second left
her only able to parry.
Saber was so restricted by the curtain of bullets that she could not close in; she looked around in
search of a method by which she could return from certain defeat. Then, she saw a small truck
parked in a lot at the corner of the car park.
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On Saber‘s side, because of the blocking shield, she too could not directly see her target. Even
though she had indeed scored a hit on the other by relying on her intuition to attack, she had
ultimately not been lucky enough to score a critical hit in that blow. The front part of Invisible
Air, though it had accurately made contact with the center of the forehead of the black helmet, it
had been unable to smash the skull inside.
The outside of the truck was subject to a heavy rain of bullets, and its inside had been pierced by
a sword; this time it finally broke into two pieces. Although Berserker had not received a fatal
wound, the fierce attack to his face made him stagger backward and left him unable to recover
for a short moment. That was time enough for a follow-up attack. Now the scales of victory were
tipped toward Saber.
Saber kicked aside the burning vehicle wreckage and lifted her sword high into an upward stance.
This time, she would definitely not let him off. She aimed at the top of Berserker‘s defenseless
head and gambled victory on the following direct attack.
The stance, speed, and timing were all perfect. It was a strike worthy of the name of the swordwielding
Heroic Spirit, enough to make one believe that the outcome had been decided—
precisely for this reason, the instant when Saber‘s sword was stopped in midair was especially
surprising.
Berserker threw away the machine guns, trapping the blade of Invisible Air between his bare
hands before her eyes. That consummate skill was unbelievable on two counts: the first was that
he had used an impossible stance to respond to Saber‘s follow-up killing blow, and the second
was that he had done so even though it was impossible to perceive the path of Invisible Air. But
the Black Knight had grabbed the white blade with his bare hands to seal Saber‘s attack as if he
had known every detail of Saber‘s sword, from the shape to the length, like the back of his hand.
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The strongest sword-wielding Servant? Who had fabricated this? —Now she was like a small
boat in a storm. Facing Berserker‘s waving black sword, she could only give up resistance and
suffer the attack; she could not even make a single decent retaliatory blow. She did not even feel
indignant at this. Her heart, immersed in hopelessness, had long since become devoid of all
fighting spirit. She was no longer the heroic King of Knights that was named the incarnation of
the dragon. This was truly too tragic; it made one sigh.
But she could not win. Facing that man, that sword, there was no way to obtain victory.
He had been the unrivalled 'perfect knight' admired by the masses; he had been a flower that
bloomed on the precipitous peak of the way of the knight. His form and his actions had once
been the greatest treasure of all who had the ambition of becoming a knight.
Originally Posted by BlackField
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