Whoosh—
Shuten Douji was no fool—an Assassin, a Master who looked extremely skilled at close combat, and a Lancer charging head-on against her; no matter how she looked at it, that seemed a little idiotic.
Shuten enjoyed playing around, but that did not mean she would genuinely make herself foolish just for the sake of amusement.
She retreated and dodged Lancer's spear. His Master's movements lagged slightly, and she did not immediately follow up, but Lancer's spear had already closed in, thrusting toward Shuten's chest.
She blocked Lancer's spear with the broad blade of her sword, and a cloud of pale violet mist poured from her mouth.
"What—"
Not knowing what consequences inhaling that purple vapor might bring, Lancer hurriedly retreated out of its range.
"What's wrong? Why are you backing away? Weren't you enjoying bullying me just now?"
A rather excited smile appeared on Shuten Douji's face.
Besides the gourd sword in her right hand, another sake gourd appeared in her left.
"Lancer! Be careful!" Bazett had already moved to the side, looking for an opportunity to launch another attack.
"You don't need to tell me that—I know I need to be careful. Is this woman really a Saber? Why does she feel... wrong somehow!?"
The crimson spear spun twice in Lancer's hand as the blue-clad warrior watched Shuten Douji, who was shrouded in mist, with uncertainty.
"Now then, why don't you have a taste of my sake?"
Shuten Douji maintained her smile as she tipped the sake gourd in her left hand downward.
Splash—
A single drop of liquor hit the ground and instantly became a purple-black torrent, surging toward Lancer and Bazett.
"What kind of damned ability is that!?"
Lancer was startled.
"Escape to the side! Find a way to get higher!"
Bazett had already climbed a