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“Eh?” He grunts as he starts to reach for the hilt of the blade to pull it out, but you summon every ounce of strength you have to burst forward and smash your mace against the side of his head, caving in his skull and knocking him into the air before his crumples to the ground.
“Nice to meet you… mace to face.” You say. If his beleaguered groan was any indication, that pun hurt just as badly as the actual mace-strike did, and his body begins to disintegrate as the other clone’s did. The rain that’s been falling doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon, but something trivial like that won’t slow you down. As thunder rumbles in the clouds overhead, you retrieve your gladius before dashing toward the sound of battle ahead, though on the way you telepathically ask your Servant to teleport directly to you once she’s done stabilizing Perseus.
<span class="mu-i"> “I’ll join you momentarily, Master” </span> was her reply, though when you catch sight of your quarry you hope momentarily means <span class="mu-i"> really </span> soon. Lancer of Red is doing fine against Caster of Red’s suit of armor, the main clone of Wukong, and a few more third-rate copies; it’s Rushorou’s situation that has you worried. A snake is slithering up behind him!
“Rushorou! Behind!” You shout, but before he’s able to react the snake lunges in and bites his ankle.
“Aaaugh!” Your ally screams in agony as he swipes his sword back to try to kill the snake, but he hits only the asphalt and falls to a knee when the snake slithers off and transforms into another copy of Wukong.
“Master!” Lancer of Red shouts as she draws a glowing rune in the air that blasts ice at her opponents to cover her retreat.
The clone that was the snake makes a point to stay out of her way as she flies to her Master’s side, then says as she begins some kind of treatment, “You may have forgotten in the thick of things, but I’m as much a trickster as I am a warrior. Let that pain be a reminder.”
Damn it. If Rushorou, and by extension his Servant, are out of the fight for long, it could buy enough time for Fyodor and the main clone to escape! As things are now you can see the robed priest is carrying Kiara on his back with the main clone near his side, with Caster of Red and her autonomous armor suit as a line of defense in front of them, and a dozen weaker copies of Wukong as an expendable front-line.
“We don’t need to give them reminders.” Caster of Red laughed, then jumped onto the shoulders of her armor-suit. Is it a robot, you wonder… you get the impression ‘samurai-robot’ is an accurate descriptor. In the robot’s abdomen, a white light began shining in what you were sure was an attack charging up. Caster of Red confirms this when she shouts, “Izumo Blaster!”
