As Galahad approached his opponent fired another arrow. The heat he had ignored earlier now becoming more and more intense. The knight didn't have any time to dodge or raise his shield however as the arrow found its way to his left shoulder.

This did nothing to slow his advance towards archer as he decided to dismiss his shield in favor of drawing his sword, red hilt. The sword itself was another proof of what period of his life he was summoned in. Since drawing this sword that could only be wielded by a virtuous knight was one of the earliest deeds he had done as a knight.

The features of the enemy servant now becoming clear the closer he went. Her long white hair blowing in the wind, tied by a red bow. On her head lay two horns, whether or not they were ornaments or actual parts of her body Galahad was unsure. The bow in her hand was a brilliant scarlet and it burns with the same flames as the arrows.

She was wearing a mix of both an eastern dress and light armor. So she was a warrior from the east, that much was known to Galahad. So everything from her weapons to the way she fights will be completely foreign to me, he thought. Is she perhaps a samurai then? A female warrior from the east certainly does narrow the identity of the person he's fighting but still not by much.

In the same manner as he had archer replaced her bow with a spear. Perhaps he had been too hasty in his assumption of servant class? Either way it should be important enough to warn his master of that fact. After all a versatile enemy is the most dangerous.

The enemy leapt at the knight, meeting his sword slash with a spear swipe. The clash of weapons reverberated with the sound of gnashing steal, the force the two heroes put off was enough to send both of them back a few meters.

Galahad dashed forward, ready to meet his opponent head on. Said opponent had planted the tip of her spear to the ground and used it to launch herself into the air. The saber class responded in kind by switching from sword to shield. Using the large cross shaped slab of steel felt strange for the young knight, he knows it to be a part of his life but anything beyond that is very hazy. As are most things from the memories his mind considers the future, in this form at least.

Spear met shield and this time Galahad was able to push her back without losing any ground. Following up with a swing of the shield the enemy was hit at her left side. The second blow goes to sir Galahad.

The opponent was sent back a few ways over before rolling to a halt. She than managed to run towards him at speeds he couldn't see. Suddenly a sharp pain made itself known to the saber class servant. The arrow once lodged in his shoulder know freed and in the hands of its owner.

The knight winced before stepping back and calling red hilt once more. This time with both sword and shield Galahad met his opponent head on. The strikes from the servant's spear harmlessly bounced off of the massive shield. Switching her weapon into a katana she met all of Saber's strikes with her own. Planting both feet on the shield the enemy jumped back to gain some distance between the two of them.

"which servant are you?" The knight asked "I know you aren't the saber since I myself am a saber class servant so which is it? Archer or Lancer?".

"I'm sorry but I cannot give you such information as that would lessen the chances of my master winning the war." The eastern servant replied "Though it is quite courteous for you to give your own class so willingly. As expected of a knight's chivalry."

The two sized each other up for a few moments, waiting for the other to make the first move. Raising His shield Galahad sprinted forward with near blinding speeds, aiming to slam his enemy off of the building and onto the streets below.

He missed, or more accurately he was redirected. Using strength that did not fit her delicate form she had grabbed the shield head on and tossed the saber of the rooftop.

Galahad fell to the streets, landing on his shield to soften his fall. His opponent began to fire a volley of those flaming arrows. He quickly lifted his shield once more to defend himself, his entire body behind the almost wall-like thing.

Both servants knew this battle couldn't last much longer. The darkness of night is when the fights amongst the grail war participants take place, and right now the sky has begun to change into a warm orange dawn.

Wanting to end this in a victory the enemy dove to the knight's location, her naginata raised as if meaning to slice through his defense. Whether or not that weapon had such an ability or that the servant herself had enough strength to accomplish such a feat was something saber did not want to find out.

He dodged, just in time to turn around and see his opponent further damage the pavement he was on with her mere landing. She lunged forward and slashed upwards, Galahad parried the strike with his own blade. When she spun around to correct herself the knight used this as an opportunity to bash her with his shield. However, she was swifter than he anticipated and redirected his attack with her polearm.

The situation just worsened, he now was wide open in front of his foe and there was no way he could correct himself in time and meet her next strike. But he gritted his teeth and did so anyway, he would at least try to block the next hit.

His eyes met with the enemy servant's. They were only a few inches apart. Her weapon in the climax of its arc, ready to slash into its target. Before that could happen however a shot connected to the arms of his opponent. It wasn't strong enough to damage the warrior from the east, but it was certainly enough to alter the trajectory of her weapon and allow Galahad to block it.

"So you of all people are the first to greet us here huh." Ritsuka said, his face hardened as his brows furrowed. It was a look not dissimilar to what the two servants had on right now.

"TOMOE GOZEN!" he screamed.

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This was what one could say the worst turn of events that could have happened for her. Tomoe's Master had just sent her out to survey the area of enemies and when she found one it turned out to be the one that had entered the war late. Initially she had hoped to take the master servant duo by blowing up their vehicle. But her opponent proved to be much more dangerous than she had anticipated and she ended up engaged in combat with the saber class servant.

Just when she had gained the upper hand until the enemy master stepped in. To make things worse he even knows her true name. But how?

Her mind raced as her eyes twitch, that damn caster! It must be him and his skill in ascertaining the identity of others that allows this master to know of her true name. But caster and his master was supposed to be allied with her master. Did they betray her?

Tomoe's face shifted into a snarl at the very thought. She shouldn't have trusted that snake, even if he did resemble her beloved Yoshinaka.

Leaping away from the enemy the lady samurai had decided that it was her defeat. She hoped that she was able to hide her shock from these two as to not give them any sort of momentum. But right now her priority was to reconvene with her master and inform her about what happened. Maybe she could convince her to let her confront caster, he was relatively weak combat wise so she should be able to kill him.

She jumped back up into the rooftops, expecting to be pursued. But she wasn't.

How odd.

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"Master what was that for?" Saber asked, his face set in a slight frown "We gained the upper hand when you revealed her true name and you won't capitalize on it?" His own concerns aside one look at Ritsuka made it very clear he wasn't going to extend the fight. The old master smiled at Galahad "Don't worry about that." He reassured the servant "It's almost morning so the fight couldn't continue even if we wanted to. "

As the sun rose the pair had ended up walking to the place that they will hopefully make a base of some sorts. However even in this peaceful walk did not keep Galahad from the thought that was bothering him.

How had his master known the true name of the enemy servant?