But if she chose to block Heracles, the attack from behind would definitely hit her!
"Damn it...!"
Dull Hair: The Heart Is Going to Run Away!
A pincer attack!
Artoria was now in an extremely dangerous situation.
However, in the next moment—
A hand suddenly appeared behind Artoria.
At some point, a mirror had appeared behind her. That hand had reached out from within the mirror.
White leaped out of the mirror.
Three holy swords floated behind her.
Two holy swords blocked the two slashes, allowing White to shove Artoria aside.
She was safe.
But... something was wrong.
"Huh?"
It was the sound of a bullet passing through the air. The third holy sword was shattered by a black bullet.
This had been a weapon prepared in haste, far inferior to the Noble Phantasm Artoria had used before.
Then—
A hand from behind touched the girl's body.
"White...?"
Artoria fell to the ground.
She turned around and saw White.
In that instant, the remaining six slashes all struck the girl's body.
"Bang—!"
Amid the clash of metal, blood sprayed everywhere.
"Ah—" Artoria cried out.
The girl collapsed in a pool of blood.
"White—"
Then Artoria heard a cry of alarm.
It was Illya's voice. She seemed unable to believe the sight before her, letting out an unusual sound.
Heracles beside them had already stopped.
If an ordinary person had been hit like that, they would probably have been dismembered.
But White had not.
Her body had nearly been split open, yet blades emerging from within her stubbornly "blocked" and "stitched together" her body.
"White!"
Artoria hurried over and swung her sword, knocking Heracles away.
The giant intended to attack again, but a sudden arrow interrupted him.
"Cough—pfft—!"
The girl coughed up blood.
"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell is going