Xiang An descended from the sky, crushing Diarmuid and Fionn mac Cumhaill, the two Servants, beneath his Noble Phantasm.
The two Servants did not even have time for a final word before they turned into two streaks of golden light within the torrent of the Noble Phantasm, scattering into the air.
"Master, are you alright?" Xiang An's broad figure bent down as he asked Fujimaru Ritsuka, still shaken by the close call.
".Yeah, I'm fine." Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Xiang An's hand, took two ragged breaths, and used him for support as she stood.
That had truly been a hair's breadth from disaster.
The speed Fionn had unleashed in that instant could not compare to Pindo of the Knights of the Round Table, whom she had once encountered, or Sakumura, the Three-Winged Bird. But even among Servants, it was absolutely top-tier. An ordinary person likely would not even have had time to react before being killed outright.
The reaction-speed training she had diligently undergone at Chaldea had finally paid off. It allowed Fujimaru Ritsuka to react to Fionn's instantaneous A+-rank burst of speed and barely evade his attack. She had not avoided it completely—Fionn's spear had sheared off her left ear, and blood was still pouring from the wound.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's legs felt weak. After trying to take two steps and finding herself unable to walk properly, she simply tugged on Xiang An's cape and sat back down. Her hands fumbled around her waist in search of something, but they trembled too badly for her to find it.
Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's clothes soaked in blood and the tears glistening at the corners of her eyes from terror but refusing to fall due to her strength, Xiang An could not help but sigh inwardly.
What a... strong Master.
Lowering his head,