Over the past few days, whenever she and Mordred had nothing to do, they would spar with Heracles. She knew full well how terrifying the legendary Great Hero's strength was, yet before Gilgamesh's Chains of Heaven, Heracles had no room to unleash that power at all. He was practically being strung up and beaten, and she felt stifled on Heracles's behalf.
"I understand. Sister, go relieve Berserker!"
"Then you—"
"I'm fine. Berserker will protect me."
Artoria nodded, released Illya's hand, and charged at Golden Flash with her sword drawn. The Chains of Heaven, unbreakable to Heracles, were no different from ordinary chains to her. She could easily sever them with a single slash.
"I'll handle him. Go protect Illya!"
Heracles nodded and swiftly retreated.
Though he was the Great Hero Heracles, he was no reckless brute. Many of the Twelve Labors had been completed through his extraordinary wisdom.
"You damned mongrels! Do you think such a despicable tactic as taking turns fighting can defeat me? Dream on!"
Golden Flash looked at Artoria. Though he still maintained that arrogant, conceited expression, his face could not help darkening further.
Though he did not want to admit it, the Red A he had looked down on had truly caused him immense trouble. In fact, if not for the abundant mana he had accumulated over the past ten years, he might not even have been able to defeat Red A. Now he had to face Artoria, who was at full health and mana and still had two Command Spells as trump cards. If not for a king's pride refusing to allow it, he would have almost wanted to run.
"Die, die, die—"
Like a patient with severe mania, Golden Flash continuously fired Noble Phantasms.
If Artoria's Master had still been Shirou Emiya, this might