In the short, narrow corridor, four people raced after one another.
The person at the very front fled in panic while constantly spouting nonsense like, "Are you really some rabid dog that just won't stop chasing people?" The one pursuing him with a spear gritted his teeth, his face full of fury, looking as though he would not rest until he had killed the person ahead of him.
Lancer easily dodged every iron-pipe attack coming from behind. In fact, he paid Shirou's attacks no mind at all, focusing solely on teaching the boy in front of him a lesson!
"Master! Get out of the way! Let me handle this!"
Saber, who was bringing up the rear, called out, but Shirou showed no intention of making way. He continued pursuing Lancer, hoping to save Shinji with his own strength.
The narrow corridor could not accommodate three people wielding weapons at once, resulting in the absurd sight of four people chasing one another.
The main reason was that Shinji was simply too nimble. He narrowly evaded every attack from behind.
"You really are lucky, brat!"
Lancer's face was livid, veins bulging across his forehead. In Lancer's eyes, Shinji was only getting by on luck.
Just like the last attack. He had aimed at the brat's back and thrust his spear forward, but the blue-haired boy had suddenly stopped and turned aside to steady a vase on a nearby stand that he had accidentally bumped. Because of that, he had evaded the attack.
Rubbing his head, Shinji gave an awkward smile and apologized. "Sorry, Emiya. I almost broke the vase."
"Is this really the time to care about that?! Watch out!"
"Whoa!!"
Shinji instantly crouched while still holding his head, dodging another horizontal sweep. The spear tip swept past, brushing against his hair!