After waiting a while, Arthur saw that Achilles at the end of the ravine still had not moved in the slightest. He could not help shaking his head with a smile. "Your Master can't possibly lack even the time to use a Command Spell to heal you."
"So, come. A fair and square battle! Let us put the perfect end to this Holy Grail War!"
"Tch~ What a troublesome guy. Couldn't you let me recover a little more?" Achilles struggled to his feet, his voice somewhat weak.
Clearly, the wounds Arthur had inflicted were too severe to be fully healed by a Command Spell alone.
"Come at me together. This is your only chance. Before coming here, we had already sealed off this entire area, and that Lancer over there is not in good shape either. So come! Fight me! To die beneath this Holy Sword will not disgrace your names as heroes!"
Listening to Arthur's stern words, Achilles gave a bitter smile, knowing that this battle boded ill. Absolute defense paired with unrivaled offense—like Zhao Yun, he had no idea how they were supposed to win.
The conditions for using Dashing Star's spear tip were strict. Besides, leaving aside the fact that Arthur had intended to take on two opponents at once from the beginning, even if Arthur agreed to a one-on-one duel, it would be useless. Weapons could still be used inside the spear-tip barrier; only abilities based on luck judgments were nullified.
It might be useful against that Lancer whose luck was strange to the extreme, but against Arthur? Forget it.
However, Achilles soon adjusted his mindset and cast all negative emotions aside. Just as Arthur had said, they would put a splendid end to this Holy Grail War.
That way, even if they lost, they would