❝ This sucks ! Maybe I should start letting them group up... Then they might actually have a fighting chance. ❞
BY which, of course, Mordred means she’ll have a chance to release some of the energy broiling up inside her --- preferably in the form of crimson lightning. But as it is, Clarent’s been more than enough on its own... Not just for these golems, but with a good deal of these other weird enemies she’s seen running rampant in this place. It’s like monsters have lost their bite after a thousand years or something...
She drives Clarent into the ground with a terse exhale; if the temperature were low enough, steam would’ve left her nose like a raging bull. The chaos is like any other battlefield, and the sheer numbers occasionally pose a challenge, but to go from a Greater Grail War to this is just...
No sooner had a horde started to gather than a blur rushed past the knight, stirring the blonde hair that framed her face. ❝ Hah--- ? ❞ It was no small feat, flitting past a Servant like an idle breeze --- but a raven-haired woman was doing just that, making quick work of the enemies that had appeared. Just like that, all Mordred’s hard work of sitting still was rendered useless.
❝ Oh, come on... ! Who the hell’re you ?! ❞
@voidskin ——— part two s.c.
