"Mm..."
On the stairs that were all that remained of the rock layer, Rider clutched the arm that had just been pierced through. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a faint expression of pain showed on her face.
"..."
Archer keenly noticed this and turned her gaze toward Fang Li below.
Her sharp eyes grew slightly more solemn.
"Is that also your Servant's ability?"
Archer questioned him.
After all, Rider's condition was clearly abnormal.
In essence, Servants were divided spirits of Heroic Spirits—in other words, Spirit Bodies.
Although Servants could materialize by relying on their Master's magical energy after being summoned, their essence remained that of Spirit Bodies. As long as the supply of magical energy was cut off, they would return to their Spirit Body state.
Thanks to this trait, when there was no need to fight, Servants generally assumed Spirit Body form to reduce the consumption of magical energy.
For Servants like them, as long as an injury was not fatal and they had sufficient magical energy, their wounds could basically heal immediately.
Yet Rider's pierced arm had not only failed to recover, but seemed to have been affected as well.
Presumably, that arm had lost more than eighty percent of its strength. She probably could not even hold a spear anymore.
"Is this why you came charging in alone with such confidence?"
Rider seemed to realize this too. Though her arm hung limply at her side, her eyes remained filled with fighting spirit.
"How interesting. So what if I let you have one of my hands?"
As she spoke, Rider abandoned her powerless right hand and gripped the Cross Spear with her left.
"Whoosh!"
The spear danced nimbly in her hand with a faint whistling of wind, utterly unaffected.
If losing one's dominant hand meant being unable to