"Ha! I don't remember Lorenzo's palace ever hiding something like this! He wasn't the type to keep things under wraps. If he had something like this, how could he possibly not show it off?" Verrocchio said irritably as he rather awkwardly evaded the Prohibition Soldiers' pursuit.
Fighting the enemy so directly made him feel that it went against his principles and temperament as an artist.
But there was no better option now. Compared to mass-produced units like the Prohibition Soldiers, created through the Holy Grail, Servants were indeed relatively powerful—but that also depended on the difference in numbers between friend and foe.
"The current number of Prohibition Soldiers has dropped to twenty-four. Mr. Romani, Mr. Verrocchio, please hold on a little longer!" Mash's voice came through the communicator.
"Ow—looks like after this fight, we'll have to find a way to summon some new Servants." Fujimaru Ritsuka stuffed in another gem.
Their combat power was far too poor.
They were desperately lacking in combat power.
When tackling Singularities before, he had at least had Mash by his side. Though Mash wielded a shield, it was actually tremendously destructive. Even those god-tier Lahmu from Mesopotamia would be slammed solidly into the ground by Mash. And besides Mash, there would also be other Servants to supplement their fighting strength.
Carmilla, Simonetta, and Liao Ye, for instance, had all been more than qualified combatants.
But now—
Fujimaru Ritsuka watched Lawrence and Verrocchio painstakingly chip away at the Prohibition Soldiers. They could still inflict effective damage, but—
At the end of the day, Caster was not a class meant for proper combat. They might have been stronger in positional warfare, but this was a Singularity that required constant movement.
Romani and Verrocchio said nothing. They understood that well enough, and the sheer number of Prohibition