"Ha—!"
Bang—
The massive shield smashed downward, but Cursed Arm Hassan and Arash moved far faster than Mash had imagined—especially Arash.
"Heh!"
Arash was clearly extraordinarily experienced in battle. He accurately judged the range of Mash's shield slam, retreated slightly, then suddenly rushed forward—
He planted a kick against Mash's shield, sending her staggering back several steps, while he used the force to leap into the air.
Cursed Arm Hassan's figure had appeared behind Mash at some point—
Mash remained composed. This was not the first or second time she had encountered this kind of Assassin in battle. If she panicked every time, Chaldea would never have made it this far.
"Got you—"
Clang—
A dagger darted toward Mash's neck, only to be knocked away in an instant.
"It is only right for generals to face generals. Ganging up on someone is the conduct of petty men. Cursed Arm, let me take you on!" Liao Ye's tall figure stood behind Mash, his halberd held close to his body, its blade stained with dirt. He glared furiously at Cursed Arm Hassan, though a faint smile rested at the corner of his lips.
"Tch—"
Cursed Arm Hassan was no fool. For an Assassin to fight Servants of classes like Saber or Lancer head-on was no different from seeking death. Though he had already made up his mind, there was no way he would simply lose here.
Like a moving mass of shadow, he nearly vanished from where he stood. By the time Liao Ye reacted, Cursed Arm Hassan was nowhere to be found.
"Presence Concealment of this level..." The faint smile on Liao Ye's face did not fade, though a trace of cold sweat appeared at his temple.
Arash drew his bow with astonishing speed in midair, several arrows already flying toward