A Spacetime Distortion appeared out of thin air, and a strangely shaped longsword surged from it, shooting without pause straight at the pink-haired Rider.
"Eek!?"
Astolfo tilted her head aside, dodging the flying blade by a hair's breadth.
"That was dangerous! You really aren't Saber, are you? You couldn't have done something like that otherwise! Luckily, I reacted fast enough, or I would've been eliminated just now!"
"It's fine. You're about to be eliminated anyway."
Rider had indeed dodged, but unfortunately, there were attacks in this world that were meaningless to evade.
Shirou snapped his fingers, detonating the blade Rider had just avoided.
"Boom—!!"
Unlimited Blade Works erupted across the ground, catching Rider beside him in the blast. The shockwave alone sent her flying several meters.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow... That was way too much."
Astolfo got to her feet with a sour expression, rubbing the waist she had slammed into.
Rider was a Heroic Spirit, after all. She would not be killed so easily.
Moreover, when it came to Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, she was said to be a reckless warrior whose "reason had evaporated," as well as an adventurer who had traveled the world and created countless legends.
Through those adventures, she had acquired numerous Magic Crests—including a horn, a hippogriff, a Grimoire, and a gleaming golden lance.
"Okay~ I'm really angry now~ I'm going all out from here on~!"
When Astolfo raised her head, the excitement filling her face completely froze—
"Huh?"
Rider stared blankly at the swarm of Noble Phantasms hovering in the night sky, blotting out the heavens.
Every sword contained magical power that absolutely would not lose to her beloved lance, and now every point was aimed at her.
In the blink of an eye, the deadly blades began to rain