A voice boomed from the ship. "Now, shall we resume our duel?"
The knight raised his Holy Lance once more, with whatever restraint he once had seemingly exhausted after his first strike. Faster than Ragnar could even process the situation, the spear pulsed with light, the energy hurtling towards the high-speeding maiden with him clinging to her wing.

"The tension mounts! How long can the silver-winged maiden evade the Holy Lance Longinus' radiance, fired from the skyfaring vessel with its sails of light?"
A fierce battle raged on the large screen. The girl, transformed into a mythril bird, desperately manoeuvred against the underworld ship that mirrored her flight path, unleashing a barrage of light slashes. Despite reaching supersonic speeds at maximum, the girl's current flight speed hovered around three hundred kilometres per hour, likely hindered by the warrior clinging to her wing. Magical flight defences and agility barely kept her from direct hits, but how long could she sustain this?

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 3