Ragnar gritted his teeth.
Light flashed in that instant. Sharp, azure blasts of magical energy zipped past, grazing Ragnar's shoulder, neck, and head! A powerful area attack—a volley of magically formed arrows. In a single breath, dozens of ranged attacks slammed into Lancer and Memel. The girl, now fully armed, had unleashed a multi-stage supersonic attack—a rapid-fire barrage from her mythril bow.
The City Hall rooftop exploded, sending thick smoke billowing upwards. The attack's effects were not immediately discernible.
"A warning would have been nice."
"That would have alerted the enemy."
"Then how about a prearranged signal? Eye contact, perhaps?"
Ragnar braced his axe again, peering through the smoke for Lancer. He couldn't see the girl behind him, but…
"Do as you please."
A dismissive response, most likely.
Despite that, her eyes scanned tirelessly for their target. And found it. The second volley erupted instantly. Countless azure lights pierced the smoke-filled air with a roar, aimed at the tall figure faintly visible in the distance.
"!"
The girl gasped. Lancer, the tall figure, was revealed.
Unharmed. He stood firm in a tilted stance, his grand shield raised. Unlike the first, area-covering attack, dozens of magical arrows were focused on Lancer alone. But the result was a complete defence. Not a scratch marred the shining lance, armour, shield, or even his calm expression. The shield had utterly repelled all the attacks! Fear the knight of the Lance, Percival!
"Hm," the knight of the lance acknowledged with a single nod. "She appears to be an Archer. Memel, protecting you while fighting may prove to be a challenge."
"...It is not my intention to be a burden to you."
She too emerged unscathed, without a single scratch. Judging by Lancer's slightly shifted position, he must have shielded her. The female mage displayed signs of a cold sweat, yet her expression remained as cocky as before. She lightly placed a hand on Lancer's shoulder, who had knelt on one knee.

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 1