Irisviel followed behind Artoria, quietly slipping her hand into her coat pocket.
Inside was the transmitter Kiritsugu had given her. She pressed its button. This would send a signal to Kiritsugu Emiya several miles away, letting him know that she and Saber were about to engage the enemy so he could come to their aid.
Artoria had been tracking the enemy's presence while radiating her own fighting spirit, ensuring that he could keep track of her position as well.
Finally, holding Irisviel's hand, she stopped in the middle of a warehouse street. The street was deserted at night, with only a few scattered streetlights shining uselessly on the asphalt.
It was truly an ideal place for Servants to fight.
Seeing that the two women had stopped advancing, the enemy decided that the battlefield had been chosen and ceased concealing himself. Blue-green motes of light gathered out of thin air ten meters in front of them, coalescing into a tall, slender figure.
He had appeared.
Artoria carefully studied the opponent she was about to fight to the death.
The man had handsome features, his long hair slicked back save for a single rebellious lock that hung over his forehead.
But the first thing Artoria noticed was the weapon in his right hand.
It was a spear over two meters long, with only its crimson blade exposed. Its shaft was wrapped in cloth inscribed with sealing incantations, blocking Artoria's view.
In that case, his class was undoubtedly Lancer.
But...
Artoria's gaze shifted to his left hand.
The enemy held a second spear in his left hand. Though it was thirty percent shorter than the other, its shaft was likewise wrapped in enchanted cloth, leaving only its golden spearhead exposed.
A spear's greatest advantage over other weapons was its reach, but to control