Excaliber

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him." Saber's teeth ground audibly. Like an enraged lion, her eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury, and even her ahoge stood straight up.

Irisviel was far more important to Saber than Kiritsugu Emiya. Not only were their personalities compatible, but they also worked together seamlessly in battle. To Saber, Irisviel was a princess possessed of noble grace, while she herself was the knight who protected the princess. Though their relationship was somewhat awkward from the perspective of gender, it did nothing to diminish the blooming of that pure white flower.

Now, that pure white flower had been thrown to the ground and wantonly trampled beneath an ugly, oversized foot. Saber's fury was easy to imagine.

As an outstanding Berserker loyal to his Master, Duke promptly put on an angry expression. Mana erupted, and his silver hair fluttered without wind. "Saber, if you want to kill this old man's Master, you'll have to get past this old man first!"

"That is exactly my intention!" Saber said in a low voice. Her rage had reached its limit. Holding her sword in both hands at her side, she charged out with it dragging behind her, leaving an afterimage like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Duke held his hands out, and two claymores appeared in his grasp, one blue and one red: Frostmourne and Fire's Delight. A claymore was a weapon a warrior wielded with both hands, yet he held one in each, fully displaying a mage's formidable arm strength.

The all-A King deserved Saber's reputation as the strongest class. Her attributes were extremely well-rounded, and her Agility was only slightly inferior to Lancer's. By the time Duke gripped his swords, she had already raised her claymore and brought it crashing down with a fierce, overwhelming force.

Duke