As he raced through the city full of “death” made manifest, Saber’s heart was filled with delight.
I knew that King Arthur would be just as the legends said.
If he relaxed at all, his trembling heart would bring tears of joy to his eyes.
Her conduct is praiseworthy. Whether she was entrusted the thread by another or spun it herself, she would spin it over again as many times as it takes to raise a flag that will never fall over her land.
His body moved instinctively, cutting down a second skeletal grotesquery and then a third.
It’s true that I might have taken a different path, and that I might not choose to start over.
His movements picked up speed with each one he dispatched. By the time his body count passed ten, he had already reached his top speed from his battle with the golden Heroic Spirit.
But what does that matter? Those are trifles. We just have different values.
Matching pace with Saber’s struggle, his retinue of knights and archers were bringing down the surrounding monstrosities one after another.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Chapter 20 ("Dream Becomes Reality")