"Come at me, bitch!"
She was certain... First, she would knock Rider's spear aside with her sword, then cut off his head. That would end it. Though her intuition had not reached the level of foreseeing the future, she could still easily deduce the correct answer for this situation.
She was ninety-nine percent confident she could deal with "Black" Rider. To be safe, all she had to do now was focus.
"Red" Saber was right. However, at this moment, she overlooked one possibility. Not cannon fodder like combat Homunculi and Magic Puppets... nor Servants, but an "impostor" who should never have existed in this world... If such a being existed...
Then all her calculations would be completely overturned.
"..."
First, "Black" Rider wore a stunned expression and slowed his charge. Then, a small figure appeared at the edge of her vision.
Was it "Black" Berserker...? No. Just another grunt. Holding a slender longsword, he charged at her alongside Rider. It was an attack far too fast for mere cannon fodder.
It was not quite a premonition, merely a faint and insignificant sense of wrongness. Therefore, Saber ignored it and prepared to meet Rider's attack, intending to finish him off completely.
"Black" Rider shook off his shock and charged Saber even faster, as though growing impatient.
The Homunculus reached Saber first. But Saber's full-body armor should easily send his attack flying... It had to. At the very least, it was absolutely unacceptable for a mere Homunculus's Zanpakuto to pierce her armor.
However, the weapon in the Homunculus's hand was precisely a sword meant for Servants. Though it was not a Noble Phantasm, its sharpness was naturally worlds apart from the ordinary weapons carried by the other grunts.
Even so, it would not have been a problem if its wielder were an