While Sovell and Achilles traded ferocious blows, Red Avenger engaged the Black Faction's two Servants at the other end of the battlefield.
But compared with the brutal spectacle of the two burly men occasionally shattering boulders with a thrust or snapping huge trees with a punch, the battlefield between the three maidens looked rather calm.
Of course, it only looked that way.
"Aah-!!!"
Every charge Frankenstein made came with a piercing scream. Against Servants of her own caliber or weaker, that scream could disturb their minds and even induce panic.
But Red Avenger was an Avenger precisely because of the resolve that had driven her to seek revenge at any cost in life—her EX-rank Personal Skills, [Love and Hate of a Noble Maiden].
To her, Frankenstein's D-rank Personal Skills—[Sigh of the Hollow Living]—was nothing more than the racket of a little girl next door.
"How ugly! Hahahahaha!"
Red Avenger sneered at Frankenstein's crude movements, then pivoted around the enormous crimson sword in her hands. Her skirts swirled in a circle like an elegant dance as she slipped past Frankenstein with ease.
"Take this! Knockdown at a Touch (Trap of Argalia)!"
Black Rider, Astolfo, summoned an ornate, gold-inlaid Lance. Magical energy gathered at its tip, and power burst from his feet as he shot straight toward Red Avenger, who had just finished dodging, like the edge of a blade!
"Knockdown at a Touch (Trap of Argalia)" was the True Name Release form of the Lance in Astolfo's hands.
As a weapon, the Lance's offensive capabilities were nothing exceptional, but its legendary power to "knock down any enemy it struck" had been sublimated into a conceptual Noble Phantasm.
As long as an opponent touched the Lance, their legs below the knees would forcibly take spirit form, making them fall.
The name