[A King's luck, or lack thereof, was truly legendary, and therefore the sinewy beast bares its fangs at Adra first and foremost. Together with the barrier, and with a swift wielding of his blade, he's able to keep it at bay, but its teeth are relentlessly sharp and its hide unyieldingly tough. Every attempt Gilgamesh makes to pierce it falls short; the blade either misses or gets deflected by some invisible force. He scowls, eyes scanning across it form, trying to find an opening.]
Speed over strength! Strike fast and strike true, Saber!
[Hitting it hard was just a waste of effort at this point. But flurrying—much easier to do with a scimitar than a longsword—could potentially force a weak spot to reveal itself. Gilgamesh, meanwhile, keeps it occupied as the barrier continues to wear down. It won't last forever, but maybe just long enough...
Unfortunately, he's failed to notice a second head looming beside Adra and prepared to snap at his heels. Or worse.]
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Speed over strength! Strike fast and strike true, Saber!
[Hitting it hard was just a waste of effort at this point. But flurrying—much easier to do with a scimitar than a longsword—could potentially force a weak spot to reveal itself. Gilgamesh, meanwhile, keeps it occupied as the barrier continues to wear down. It won't last forever, but maybe just long enough...
Unfortunately, he's failed to notice a second head looming beside Adra and prepared to snap at his heels. Or worse.]