"I am Truth given form" You say the first line of your aria, before quickly following it up with another, cleaving the arm off of an Enforcer Knight who gets too close to you as you do before using the opportunity to plunge the blade through the throat of the phantom. "I look upon the falsehood of reality." You recite the second line quickly after the first, and you notice Rhongomyniad watching you with interest in those usually emotionless piercing eyes.

You dash through a group of the knights, swinging Secace in an arc as you do to slash through multiple knights at once. While your sword skills aren't as good as your unarmed skills or your skill with a spear, you just... prefer the sword as a weapon, it's more... what's the word...? Emblematic? Romantic? It's the image that the majority of humanity would conceive when they think of the weapon of a hero, after all. That's one of the reasons why Saber is the mightiest class, the pinnacle of Heroic Spirits. It's not the power of the weapon, or the skill of the wielder. It's simply the power of narrative. The one who wields the sword is the courageous hero, and seeing as the world is a story...? Well, the answer is clear to you as to just what sort of weapon a hero would wield.

Still, you can't keep evading strikes at the cost of your stamina, so you use the invocation of the first two lines of your aria to form something new... something you've not attempted to form out of Truth before. A thin golden layer of light around all of your body. A suit of perfect armor protecting your entire body with the exception of your head, not wanting to somehow suffocate yourself with your own unbreakable armor. Besides, what sort of a hero wears a helmet in battle anyway? A lame one, that's what.

Part 42