At the same time, the wolf howled. Perhaps sensing danger, the man hesitated, his face etched with uncertainty.
Seizing her chance, she struck his wrist, momentarily breaking his grip, and snatched the lance free.
With a powerful kick to his chest, she launched herself effortlessly into the air. The forces of gravity and attraction, which would later be codified as physical laws, seemed to have no hold over the girl blessed with heavenly might. She soared with breathtaking grace, a feather on the wind, putting ever more distance between herself and the man.
As she readied her mythril bow, transformed from spear form, she drew back the magical arrow. Then…
"Kráka!"
The false name echoed, and she froze, her hand poised to release the arrow.

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Prologue