It was said that Morgan, bored of hiding Mordred's striking resemblance to King Arthur, found a helmet for Mordred to wear and told her, "No matter what, do not take off that helmet." Through this anecdote, the helmet had been elevated into one of Mordred's Noble Phantasms, known as the Helm of Hidden Infidelity.
Although the helmet back then had merely been one Morgan found at random, it now truly possessed functions such as concealing her True Name. It also seemed capable of altering her voice, considering it was a closed helmet. "Looks like you fight by relying on that too—instinct," Shirou said.
His fighting style was very similar to Mordred's. Neither of them possessed any particularly profound techniques; they simply fought with the brute force of wild beasts. The only difference was that Shirou fought entirely on instinct. It could basically be said that he fought however felt good.
Mordred, on the other hand, had honed herself through repeated bloody battles on the battlefield, developing skills meant solely for killing and survival.
At this point, one had to marvel at the excellence of Artoria's family bloodline. Setting Saber herself aside, even Mordred, who had only been born for a few years, had earned a seat among the Knights of the Round Table through battlefield slaughter alone, without any assistance. (A seat among the Knights of the Round Table represented when one joined, not one's martial ability.)
"Huh? What the hell is instinct?" Mordred raised a finger and scratched at her Minotaur-like helmet. The lightning around her silver sword intensified further, but the swordswoman herself was already considering how she should retreat.
"Saber, how is it? Can you beat that guy?"
"Yeah, who do you think I am?! That Black Faction Berserker... well, let's call him that for now! He's