Sparks flew from every direction, as the two competitors' flurry of attacks cancelled one another.

With each passing clash, the blue Saber put forth more power behind her swings.

She had no time for games.

Her Master was in danger.

She had to take care of the problem right away.

For the King knows the consequences of carelessness.

But there was another problem.

The adolescent just a few meters from her master.

He wore a deadpan expression, but his eyes were filled with his emotions.

Though the noble woman never noticed, for she concentrated on the fierce power emanating nearby the teen.

No. It wasn't simply it's power.

It was the aura she knew all too well.

From the exchange of swords with the Former Rider..

And the duel with the extravagant Archer.

For him to simply be standing there, unmoving, rattles the noble knight's nerves to the very core.

Yet, she knew, that, even if this battle continues for ages, he will not move until it's over.

I stood there, still at awe, of what was happening in front of me.

In previous battles, I knew little of my Saber's grace, as she plowed throughout the arenas we explored.

I was simply too focused on gauging the enemy's next steps.

But now, as a observer of the other Saber's skills, I could see fully the grace of her movements.

Though there was something that bothered me in each maneuver she pulls.

"Hmph. For an impostor, her skills are true."

Saber stayed quiet for a few seconds, I could feel her animosity towards the 'impostor'.

"But her movements are far too different to be called as mine."

What?

True, there had been many cases of lookalikes that exist in history.

But could it hold true for heroic spirits just as well?

I racked my head trying to explain the phenomena before me.

But, in that same instance, Lancer broke off.

"So you aren't his, after all."

He then positioned himself a very familiar stance.

"That means I've still got a trick up in my sleeve."

I don't think I can leave the battle alone anymore!

"Sab-, Watch out!"

I was too late.

The spear has lashed out and reached the warrior.

The Spear named Gae Bolg.

The infamous spear of Cu Chulainn, able to reach its destination, no matter what stood in its way.

A weapon that reverses cause and effect to make such a marvel exist.

Ignoring all rules, the tip pierced the other Saber's heart.

Or, it should have pierced her heart.

But, all the weapon managed to do was break her armor and shallowly tore onto her flesh.

"Impossible…"

Cold sweat dropped from Lancer's face.

He backs off once more, with another grin that split his face.

"Very… Interesting, Saber!"

His killing intent dissipated, but his face remained the same as he jumped on top the wall's roof.

"Next time, I'm going to make sure that this spear will pierce your heart."

Then, he glared at my direction.

Just by looking at his eyes, I was completely immersed in fear...

Was this the case for Rin's previous enemies?

"That goes the same for you too."

Cu Chulainn disappeared into the night, leaving me at my knees, still paralyzed with fear.

Even if injured, the blue Saber seemed to have her eyes on another.

Me.

"I appreciate your nobility, not interfering in my previous battle, however…"

She began to immediately straighten herself.

Is she trying to fight me?

"Summon your servant!"

Damn it, she's serious.

But this is something I cannot allow.

"You're too injured!"

"My status is no concern of yours!"

Tightening her grip on her invisible sword, her eyes showcased her steel resolve.

"Did you really think an impostor like you could win against me with those wounds? Utterly pathetic."

The voice that before was exclusive to my ears now declared onto the opponent.

Saber has took the initiative and appeared before her doppelganger.

"Praetor, an emperor does not falter at anyone's glare! You must show greater conviction towards your cause, and assert your authority! If you are to be a worthy master, you must follow this until your last breath!"

Technically, I'm not exactly alive, but I've decided not to interrupt her speech.

Sadly, the two had already set themselves in a fighting position.

Is there no other way to stop this!?

If the other Saber were to die now, he would disappear!

I bury my fingers deep within my palm.

I could almost see the bones from my fist.

And readied for battle.

But, right as both warriors started…

"Saber! Stop!"

The Red Head, while being in worse condition than his servant, managed to shout these words at her, and made her comply, even at the cost of his command seal.

Afterwards, it was his turn to pass out.

Author's Note: To be honest, I'm not too keen on this chapter, so I could post a rewrite alongside chapter 5, sorry about that ;)