"Ex...calibur!"
Saber's sword shone, the arc of its swing becoming a massive band of light that flew at the airborne golden Archer.
"Not so fast!"
Gilgamesh materialized countless shields in front of him, dispersing the band of light.
"To think that you would strike at me with a mere imitation of a relic of the planet. Were we not in the middle of your trial, such folly would merit death, mongrel! ....Hm?"
When the scattered light dissipated and the countless floating shields scattered, Saber was no longer to be seen in front of the golden king.
As he landed, he sensed immense magical energy from behind him, lower down the slanted roof of the church. The golden Archer turned to look, his eyes narrowed, and saw Saber with his sword poised to strike.
"Ex...calibur!"
A second band of light was fired up the slope. It was blocked by the countless shields, as the first had been...but this strike was an order of magnitude more powerful. It pushed the shields back, lifting the golden king several meters into the air.
"How dare you..."
The golden king saw through the gaps in his shield wall that Saber was holding one of the Noble Phantasms that he himself had fired.
"I told you I was going to borrow them, didn't I?"
Saber, still clutching the long sword, instantaneously slipped in directly underneath his airborne foe and made radiance envelop the blade once more.
The first time he had released the true name of his Noble Phantasm, the decorative sword he had originally held had shattered with a single strike. The Noble Phantasm shrouded in the aura of the age of the gods, however, remained intact after his second true name release and retained its properties as his Noble Phantasm.
He unleashed magical energy in a third band of light.
The golden king deployed shields beneath him and blocked the attack, but he was pushed higher into the air.
Then came the fourth band of light.
Saber gave his opponent no time to recover and followed it with a fifth and a sixth slash of light aimed skyward from the church roof.
Even more frighteningly, the interval between strikes was steadily shrinking. By the time he got past his twentieth slash, they had become a massive, continuous band of light firing from the earth into the night sky.
As if to say that this, too, was both an infinite series of blows and a never-ending single strike.