Alright, these two Servants were actually just Little Ka among the Synthezoids deployed this time—what the Adjutant called Level One ability users. They did not possess any impressive superpowers at all.
The fat one could jump especially far, and the skinny one could jump especially high. That was the extent of it.
So although their fight seemed rather high-class, it was still a traditional firefight. Both sides found cover on the rooftop and exchanged fire. It looked lively, but it did not actually cause much destruction.
After all, the World Trade Center Twin Towers had disappeared in many worlds. The Twin Towers of Earth Prime should be left for Little Superman to play with.
Still, it would have been a waste not to use such tall buildings as a stage, so the Split Program arranged a pair of evenly matched opponents to put on an exhibition match here.
Everyone could understand a gunfight. Sometimes, a well-done firefight was even more entertaining than a superpower battle.
Of course, since these were two Synthezoids rather than Deathstroke and Deadshot shooting at each other, the standards for them were much lower. No artistic value was required; it only needed to be intense enough.
The bullets of both Servants seemed endless as the two fought their way from one end of the rooftop to the other.
During the firefight, they dove, rolled, sought cover, and fired whenever they found an opening. Every movement looked quite convincing.
But both of them knew that their mission was to die. Dying after the performance was the endpoint of this round of operations.
Yes, they were Synthezoids. They could be recovered after death, whether they were completely scrapped and recycled into raw materials or had their data extracted and loaded into another new body. As long as they