"So, while my wrath has yet to subside, you dare order me to retreat? You?"
"Tokiomi, your nerve truly has been growing by the day."
His expression was grim, yet he still waved a hand. The golden ripples around him vanished completely, and the weapons that had struck the ground without exploding also turned into golden particles of magical energy and disappeared into the air.
"...Hmph."
He swept his gaze across the battlefield at the docks, looking over every Servant present. Finally, with a cold snort, his eyes settled on Ibaraki Douji, who held her bone blade at the ready.
"Mad dog mongrel, I shall spare your life this time."
"And you mongrels as well—be grateful that you survived at the hands of the King of Heroes. Before we meet again, do not die by one another's hands."
"My opponents shall only ever be true heroes."
With that, he withdrew his contemptuous gaze and dematerialized from where he stood.
Leaving behind docks that had grown even quieter than before.
"...Tch."
Ibaraki Douji straightened up and looked toward the other Servants.
"So there really are people in this world who make everyone else uncomfortable just by breathing, huh? Going around calling everyone mongrels."
She rested the bone blade on her shoulder, her expression disdainful.
Yet there was a conspicuous wound on her abdomen, blood flowing from it.
It was a wound caused by the Key of Heaven. Its destructive power was completely unlike the other treasures within Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon. By the standards of those other treasures, even if Ibaraki Douji had failed to evade them, she would not have suffered such serious injuries. But the Key of Heaven...
"Damn, that hurts."
Baring her fangs, she rubbed her stomach and spoke irritably.
"Berserker, it seems you are at least capable