Sensing Semiramis's intent, Okita Souji decisively abandoned this assault.
After all, this strike had little chance of resolving the opponent, but if she got caught by Semiramis, things would get big.
Okita Souji's endurance was a pitiful E, and if Spartacus with EX endurance was an expert in this field, then Okita Souji was precisely the opposite; her greatest flaw lay right here.
Her ultra-low endurance forced Okita Souji to walk further and further down the path of a fragile glass cannon, and if she got locked down by the opponent's output, a single combo string would finish her.
Understanding one's strengths was the basic quality of a warrior, and Okita Souji's method of dodging chains also had plenty of her own style—as long as I run fast enough, the chains won't be able to catch me!
With A+ agility, frankly speaking, in this Holy Grail War, there was no one who surpassed Okita Souji in agility.
Dodging the chains, Okita Souji initiated a detour tactic, evading the chains while once again approaching Semiramis.
Theoretically speaking, the chains summoned from space could extend infinitely, and their quantity was extremely large. But some things weren't necessarily better the longer they were.
If Okita had thoughts in this direction, she was fully confident she could lure Semiramis and make these chains tangle into knots like earphones in a pocket, but unfortunately she simply didn't have that kind of time.
"Heh, truly a fly, only knowing how to buzz around everywhere."
Semiramis said coldly, having already recovered the calmness and astuteness of an Empress by this moment, and now no matter what it was, it stood on her side.
The air was filled with her proud poison gas, and this swordsman who somehow had the exact same face as Ruler was clearly, just