Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

"It was only natural for magi to hide themselves. It just made them seem a little cowardly." Atalanta sighed as she looked at Berserker, who was frantically attacking the puppet while being frantically attacked by it in return.

"It seemed Berserker using his Noble Phantasm was only a matter of time." Achilles sighed.

Berserker was already covered in wounds. If his injuries reached the critical point, he would self-destruct and unleash tremendous power. They would be caught in it as well.

Atalanta did not respond to Achilles's words.

Her beast ears twitched as she detected an enemy.

"What is it?"

"An enemy is coming!"

"Where?" Rider hurriedly asked, but he had already sensed a terrifying danger.

Hiding in the darkness and launching a fatal strike—that was Assassin's usual method of attack.

"Too late!"

A sharp sword suddenly slashed at Rider, stirring a trace of excitement in him.

Rider twisted his right foot, urgently turning his entire body as well and facing the sudden attacker head-on.

—For a warrior to be wounded by an attack from behind was a disgrace.

More importantly, Rider believed that as long as it did not strike his heel, even a direct hit would not be a serious problem.

Anyone without divinity could not possibly overcome him!

A sword suddenly pierced through his left shoulder.

His confident defense was utterly useless against that blade—as fragile as paper.

"What?"

Achilles cried out in disbelief.

Atalanta hurriedly kicked at the concealed Assassin, catching sight of the sword that had struck Rider from the corner of her eye.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and even the motion of her leg slowed slightly.

That caused her kick to miss.

"Losing focus in battle is disrespectful to both yourself and your enemy—Archer, hand over your head!"

The blade was immediately