Each of Kerberos’ claws reminded her of a sharpened sword.
If they touched her, she would die.
By the time that fact sunk in, the claws were already just a few meters in front of Ayaka.
No matter what she did at that point, it was too late to dodge them.
Huh?
What am I . . .?
Could the reason that the fact that her name was Sajou Ayaka had popped into her head... been her life flashing before her eyes because her brain had sensed that she was about to disappear?
With her memories hazy, it had been just her name that flashed through her mind and not her whole life.
“. . .”
Her body stiffened.
But in front of her . . . not a memory of the past, but the indisputable present appeared to sweep aside the approaching despair.
There was a loud crash, and the severed tip of a sword-like claw went sailing through the air.
“Saber!”
“Are you all right, Ayaka?”
Saber was holding what looked like a halberd.
It was letting off an obviously unusual light. Even an amateur like Ayaka could tell that it was not a normal weapon.
But it was not the sword Saber had originally had with him.
His original ornate sword had been confiscated by the police, and he had lost the decorative sword from the mansion in his battle with the golden Heroic Spirit.
“Hey . . . that’s mine!” A nearby policeman with a short afro shouted.
He stared wide-eyed from his own hands to the weapon in Saber’s. Ayaka realized that Saber must have snatched it from him.
“Sorry! I borrowed it! It was an emergency, so I’d appreciate it if you’d let it go!”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 6, Interlude ("As Dream and Reality are Both Illusion II")