With Sigma and Ao Run entering the fray, the tide of battle turned.
Ao Run, who had spent most of her life cowering, finally experienced the thrill of crushing weaker opponents.
Before this, neither Qin Shi Huang nor Arjuna had been someone she could casually pick a fight with.
She had tried fighting back against both, but the results had been disappointing. That was hardly her fault. If she could not beat them, she could not beat them.
Even against the Tsar and Surtr, she could only attack from the sidelines. She would never have dared dream of fighting them alone.
Now that she had encountered enemies of a normal caliber, she finally discovered the joy of battle.
A casual flick of her tail easily sent Gareth flying. Gawain brought his sword down on that same tail, only to produce a few sparks.
Watching the Knights of the Round Table struggle helplessly against her, Ao Run almost began to think she was actually quite powerful.
Had Ao Run been placed in the Fourth or Fifth Holy Grail War, she would have ranked among the top three at the very least.
With Chaldea's intervention, the entire battlefield settled into a delicate balance.
Gawain said, "Our friends from Chaldea, we believe we have always treated you courteously. Why are you interfering in Britain's internal war?"
Sigma leaped down from a tree and rolled to absorb the impact. His movements were practical rather than elegant, but they still left Bride gazing at him with hearts in her eyes.
Although Sigma's jump had been utterly ordinary, Bride thought it looked wonderful and could have watched it endlessly. It gave her the same feeling as watching Shirou Emiya's pole vault.
Had the circumstances allowed it, she would have already gone over to ask this dark