Berserker of Red ignored all the Dragon Tooth Warriors that bit at him, and savagely attacked Lancer and Archer of Red. The reason he attacked wholeheartedly like this was probably because of Lancer of Black.
Though he had switched his Master and changed camps, Berserker would have undoubtedly attacked Lancer if he weren't restrained by Caster's Command Spell. His unconscious desire to do so had naturally led him to the fiercest scene of battle on this battlefield.
Berserker of Red was truly like a time bomb, but his strength was great enough to invoke fear even in other Servants.
"Tch. I knew I should have shot his tendons back then...!!"
As she said that, Archer of Red repeatedly shot a strafing of arrows. Her arrows, fired at the same speed as a machine gun, all hit their target. Berserker's knees now looked like hedgehogs.
With a strange sound, Berserker of Red's knees changed to an eerie color like that of overly ripened persimmons, but Berserker didn't fall.
"—Archer. Please take care of Berserker. I'll take care of this lord of impalement, Kaziklu Bey, here."
Lancer of Red said that to Archer while crossing spears with Lancer of Black.
"Roger. Hmph... Now that I think about it, you are quite a pitiful creature, Berserker!"
Since he was participating in this Great Holy Grail War, Berserker had to subordinate himself under someone. There might also occasionally be cases where he would have to fight as the dog of some tyrant... If he had been summoned in the Saber class as a proper swordsman, would he have been able to endure the humiliation of that?
That's why, if he was going to fight with the Holy Grail as the prize, he couldn't be anything but a high-risk Berserker. And his Mad Enhancement was deteriorated to the point of being beyond saving. Most likely, no matter which Holy Grail War he was summoned in, he would never be able to have his wish granted.
But even so, he smote evil while laughing. He searched for the path of rebellion even while being tormented. A hopeless destroyer who pursued the way of suffering—that was precisely the kind of person Spartacus was.
Archer of Red therefore deemed him pitiful as she shot her arrows at him. To her, Berserker was merely big-bodied. Both the blows of his gladius swung by his strong arm and his charge were equivalent to motionless in the face of her beast-like speed. But Berserker's steel-like muscles didn't falter at all despite being pierced by several arrows.
"So tough... Then how about this!"
Archer stopped trying to maintain distance between them and vigorously ran forward. She dodged the sweeping slash that came to intercept her by sliding on the ground. As if it were chasing after her, Kaziklu Bey: Lord of Execution shot stakes to pierce her in rapid succession, but they didn't reach Archer as she dashed forward at full power.
As she passed through the space between Berserker's feet, Archer fired arrows at his lower jaw, windpipe, solar plexus and abdomen in a single instant.
"Hahahaha! Not enough! Not enough! Nooooot eeeeeeeeenooooough!!!"
But Berserker simply turned around and kicked Archer in the stomach with all his might. Hit with an impact equal to that of a direct hit from a cannon ball, Archer was sent flying twenty meters away through the surrounding Dragon Tooth Warriors and homunculi.
"Guuuh...!"
Fortunately, she'd managed to jump back and escape by a hair's breadth right before the kick fully hit. If she hadn't, it wouldn't have been strange if the impact had been strong enough to tear her torso off from the rest of her body.
