There Are Even More Strange Artorias Now

Ozymandias stood nearby, watching the sudden duel with interest. "A contest between knights who share a name? This grows more interesting by the moment," he murmured.

At the start of the duel, both sides tested each other cautiously.

Barghest swung her massive blade in a ferocious assault that seemed capable of crushing anything in its path. Gawain's swordsmanship, by contrast, was steady and precise, like the midday sun: there was nowhere to hide from it. Their swords crashed together with a heavy clang, sending waves of air rolling outward.

After several exchanges, Gawain sensed something unusual.

As the fight continued, particularly whenever their blades met head-on, Barghest's strength and speed seemed to rise slightly in a repeating cycle. The increase was small, but that familiar fluctuation...

Is that... Numeral of the Saint? Gawain's heart jolted. Then a surge of confidence filled him.

He could tell that her blessing was nowhere near as powerful or stable as his own Numeral of the Saint.

More importantly, he glanced up at The Winged Dragon of Ra circling overhead, radiating endless light and heat. Immense power poured from the sky into his Spirit Origin without cease.

"So that's it... Your 'blessing' amounts to no more than this." Gawain raised his voice, and his attacks with Excalibur Galatine suddenly accelerated. Golden sword light swept forward like a solar storm. "Beneath the radiance of the true sun, your feeble light is bound to go out!"

With The Winged Dragon of Ra's support, Gawain's Numeral of the Saint far surpassed its usual effect. His strength, speed, and endurance held at an astonishing peak.

Barghest began to struggle under his attacks. Gawain completely suppressed her once-fierce offensive, forcing her onto the defensive. Every clash left her arms numb and the webbing between her fingers throbbing, as though she