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Before, I used to think that you being in the frontlines meant that you were one of the strongest. One that, if your opponent saw you, that hell would be paid.
*a small pulse of black and red energy travels from my body and bursts slightly out of my body, with a small hiss following*
Now I see that all of your cunning and deceitful trick to fight are just symbol of how weak you are. How desperate you have become. Are you really worthy to fulfill your plan?
Consider this a call on your bluff.
*Drops of water fall from another claymore that rushes to my hand*
I didn't recruit a brute who fails to see past the force of his next hit. You recognize that victory is the only meaningful factor.
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*Instead of recoiling at the end of the assault, the moment the effect ends, my aura flares and grows deeper, and I’m right in your face, this time pummeling you with countless punches in a mere instant, all of which send kinetic and spiritual energy through your body as my wounds themselves become lit with a calmer, tamer flame*
*Burst of light shine from each impact, the resulting energy matching the signature of many of the Servants that left the previous spheres—in response, I summon one of the claymores to me from a spacetime river, coated in the unstable liquid*
