Boom, boom!!!
Anno shattered two of Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms.
Clang—
The enormous demonic hand Ibaraki Douji had blasted out was also cleaved in two by Sakumura.
Anno and Sakumura stood back to back, each facing one enemy.
"How did you get here?"
Anno was considerably taller than Sakumura. With their backs pressed together, he could feel Sakumura's tied-up hair poking at his neck.
"To slay evil demons. Nothing more."
Sakumura's reply was exceedingly brief.
In the reflection of his katana, he saw his own eyes.
"Take care of Archer, Berserker. I'll handle this one."
Having said that, Sakumura spoke no further to Anno. He lightly bent his legs and leaped up, evading Ibaraki Douji's furious slash.
"Evil demon—!"
His figure high in the air truly resembled a flying bird, and the icy chill in his voice seemed capable of freezing the flames erupting from Ibaraki Douji.
"Let me be your opponent!"
Whoosh—
Sakumura descended, slashing down with a single stroke.
An evil demon and Feather Demon Slash truly were the best possible opponents.
"What do we do now?"
The battlefield had been split into two. Assassin and Berserker were fighting each other, while Saber and Archer were locked in combat.
Manlio looked to his Master with some difficulty.
"..."
Matou Kariya opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
In the current situation—
All seven Servants of this Holy Grail War had gathered on the banks of the Mion River.
Only Lancer had been driven back and had probably returned to his Master by now.
The remaining six Servants, aside from Lancer, were still on the riverbank.
"Hey! You little guys! Are you all right?"
Alexander patted the Divine Bull's rump, clearly seeming to have something in mind.
Retreating was certainly an option, but it simply did not hold up