"Will you do it again?"
"I won't!"
"Then do you know what you need to do now?"
Shirou glanced at Rin, who was already preparing to sneak away after putting in earplugs so Lancer could unleash her Noble Phantasm a second time, and nodded.
"I understand."
"What are you standing around for?"
Shirou immediately pulled out a bow and aimed at the spear in Lancer's hand.
That spear was the Noble Phantasm's true body—the microphone. As long as the microphone was gone, the singer's—ahem—means of survival would be gone too, leaving the singer with no choice but to rely purely on her own voice.
A single fatal shot!
The arrow arrived the instant it left the bow.
Lancer had utterly failed to protect the microphone from Shirou's carefully planned shot. The microphone was GG.
"My microphone!" Lancer stared sorrowfully at the broken spear in her hands.
That microphone had accompanied her for many years, yet now it had been shot cleanly in half by that third-rate Servant.
This was too much. Too cruel.
But I'm so mad!
I can't beat him at all...
There was no way she could win.
Lancer gritted her teeth.
Though she had fiercely cursed Archer as a third-rate Servant and called his Master a little squirrel, speaking flatly, she did have some self-awareness. She knew those were merely taunts she had made while taking advantage of the fact that they had not yet recovered their strength. Strictly speaking, although she herself was a top-tier Servant ranked as high as B+ to A, Archer's strength could genuinely reach at least A+.
"Lancer, it's fine if your Noble Phantasm is broken. We still have a chance." Rin ran over and hurriedly encouraged her.
Lancer turned around without hesitation.
There was no chance of winning now, especially with