Bang-!
A hurricane swept out from beneath Roland's feet as he became a blurred phantom and charged toward Revis.
Flashes of sword light streaked through the air. Reaching Revis in an instant, Roland abruptly raised Aestus Estus, not intending to give her even another chance to attack.
But Revis clearly had not been boasting, either. Faced with an attack that even an ordinary Servant could not react to, her gaze, sharp as a blade, still caught precisely where Roland was looking.
She held her two-handed greatsword level, letting the vines stab out faster than her own will to fend off Roland's attacks.
Violent explosions that shook the earth rang out as the two crossed blades. Amid afterimages as illusory as flowers in a mirror and the moon on water, Revis and Roland moved farther and farther from their previous battlefield, rushing toward a quieter, deserted place.
Crystal light spilled down from the heavens, illuminating countless surging waves.
Those were flames, flames as crimson as blood, flames as viscous as blood.
"Weak! Weak!"
Roland swung Aestus Estus, and with every swing, breathtaking firelight spilled from his body.
In terms of raw attributes, Lv. 7 combat power had already surpassed many Servants outright. This allowed Roland to hold nothing back and use Mana Burst as well.
This was his first time using the Fire Demonic Qi and the magical energy derived from his demon soul so smoothly in battle.
Rather than deliberately studying and developing his talents or consciously practicing his techniques, committing them to instinct in a battle he threw himself into completely was the most straightforward path.
The growth a meaningful real battle brought would never fall short of a so-called level-up.
This was how he should fight! No-this was the only way to fight!
As for the Eight Great