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Then there's a change, shaking you from your contemplation. One of Rider's circuits of the air takes him too close to Saber, and she moves at last. With an explosion of magical energy at her feet the slender knight is launched up toward the air-born chariot with incredible force, more like a shell fired from a cannon than any human mode of transportation. She strikes at him in one smooth motion, her blade of wind carrying all the force of her surging assault, and suddenly everything goes white. Lightning flashes at the very point of their contact, and both Servants are hurled in opposite directions along the coast, crashing to earth like downed aircraft. For all the explosiveness of the contact, though, neither is hurt. Even Rider's chariot, which you might expect to splinter against the pavement, is undamaged. It is a victory for Saber in only one respect, that she's finally pulled her supercilious foe from the sea. From the determined set of her features and the cold glint in her golden eyes, it's plain she has no intention of wasting the moment.
Saber charges Rider again, surging forward like a freight train, and what unfolds is an almost one-sided beating. Though Rider does an impressive job of parrying Saber's invisible blade with his gilded spear, and each time their weapons clash a miniature bolt of lightning arcs into Saber's body, she seems not to feel it. He, by contrast, is driven further back with every blow. The blade of wind may be insubstantial, but it seems its strikes carry plenty of weight. The arrogance of Rider's expression as he circled Saber casting down lightning is nowhere to be found now, replaced by a kind of pained resentment. He looks as if he expects death at the next moment, but plans to spit in the eye of his killer.
Death, however, does not find Rider just yet. At a critical moment he allows himself to be cut, receiving a deep wound in his left arm in exchange for the opportunity to dart his spear at Saber's feet. The resulting explosion of lighting blinds you again for a moment, bathing the scene in brilliance, but it clearly does its work. When your eyes clear you can see that Saber and Rider have been thrown apart once again, and Rider's horse is desperately racing up into the clouds. Before long, if Saber doesn't reveal some counterattack, the situation will have returned to its initial state.
Saber charges Rider again, surging forward like a freight train, and what unfolds is an almost one-sided beating. Though Rider does an impressive job of parrying Saber's invisible blade with his gilded spear, and each time their weapons clash a miniature bolt of lightning arcs into Saber's body, she seems not to feel it. He, by contrast, is driven further back with every blow. The blade of wind may be insubstantial, but it seems its strikes carry plenty of weight. The arrogance of Rider's expression as he circled Saber casting down lightning is nowhere to be found now, replaced by a kind of pained resentment. He looks as if he expects death at the next moment, but plans to spit in the eye of his killer.
Death, however, does not find Rider just yet. At a critical moment he allows himself to be cut, receiving a deep wound in his left arm in exchange for the opportunity to dart his spear at Saber's feet. The resulting explosion of lighting blinds you again for a moment, bathing the scene in brilliance, but it clearly does its work. When your eyes clear you can see that Saber and Rider have been thrown apart once again, and Rider's horse is desperately racing up into the clouds. Before long, if Saber doesn't reveal some counterattack, the situation will have returned to its initial state.
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