The css card that Chihiro was using came from the golden treasure chest he obtained during the first round of quiz questions. He had used the bnk card to copy the power of Red Hare.

  inally, Chihiro had inteo save the card for a more opportune moment—ideally, to copy the abilities of a Grand Servant or even a deity. But circumstances had forced his hand. His grudge against Gilgamesh had grown, particurly because he couldn't stand the his arrogand uability, especially given Gilgamesh's readio kill even someone like Illya without hesitation.

  To protect himself and gain a fighting ce, Chihiro had to use the card now. Fortunately, copying Red Hare's power didn't mean transf into a horse. The thought of that oute was too ridiculous to even sider.

  "Do you really think you stand against me with that?" Gilgamesh sneered, summoning over a dozen treasures from his Gate of Babylon and ung them toward Chihiro.

  *g, g, g...*

  Chihiro swung the God Force expertly, f a near-imperable barrier that deflected all the ining projectiles.

  "Why isn't your Servant doing anything? Is he just here to watch?" Gilgamesh taunted, eyes shifting toward Zhang Jiao, who stood calmly off to the side, making no move to intervene.

  "I told him not to get involved," Chihiro shot back, defleg another volley of treasures with the halberd.

  "Hmph, let's see how long you keep this up," Gilgamesh scoffed, summoning even more ons to rain down on his oppo. He was clearly enjoying himself, taking pleasure in what he saw as Chihiro's futile struggle.

  "Take this!" Chihiro shouted, raising the God Force. The halberd transformed in his grip: small branches on the sides unfolded to form a longbow, while the remaining shaft became an arrow.

  "You've bombarded me with enough of your treasures. Now it's my turn!" He loosed the transformed on, sending the spear-turned-arrow hurtling tilgamesh in a burst of white light.

  "Do you really think that will hit me?" Gilgamesh's expression was one of disdain as he effortlessly sidestepped the arrow. But just as he was about to scoff agaiiced Chihiro already preparing a sed shot.

  The sed arrow came swiftly, aimed directly at his face.

  *g!*

  Gilgamesh summoned a shield just in time to block the attack, but the force behind it was enough to push him back several meters.

  "What else do you have, mongrel?" Gilgamesh began to taunt, but then sensed something amiss. A surge of magical energy was ing from behind. He dodged to the side, but not quickly enough—a beam of white light struck him, severing his right arm.

  Chihiro grinned. "Got him before Shirou did," he thought to himself, amused by the idea. It seemed Gilgamesh had recimed the title of "Elbow King" yet again.

  "No way… even Gilgamesh?" The spectators were in disbelief. Though they hadn't seen Gilgamesh at his full power, his status as the "stro heroic spirit" had been firmed by the system. The fact that Chihiro had mao nd a hit on him was astonishing.

  "What did you do, you wretched mongrel?!" Gilgamesh demanded, clutg his severed arm.

  Chihired nontly. "Why should I tell you?"

  The first arrow had actually been a setup. Chihiro had used the Royal Brand's guaranteed hit ability, which allowed his initial attack to track its target even if it seemed to miss. Gilgamesh's focus on the sed arrow had left him exposed, and the first had looped back to strike from behind.

  As for the arrows, it had e from Red Hare's imitation of the God Force. When using a css card, not only did Chihiro gain the abilities of the Heroic Spirit, but he could also use their Noble Phantasms. Thus, he had access to both the authentic God Ford the replica version granted by Red Hare.

  Chihiro had discovered that he could bihe effects of both versions, effectively doubling the power of his attacks. Though he hadn't fully utilized this in the current battle, the element of surprise had already given him a signifit advantage.

  "You insignifit mongrel..." Gilgamesh growled, fury evident in his eyes. He had not expected to be injured, much less by someone who was not even a true Heroic Spirit.

  ---

  Suddenly, a voice rang out from the shadows. "Now! Attack him, Bight!"

  A figure dark armor dashed forward, emerging from the darkness. It was Berserker, the Bight.

  He carried a Gatling gun, which he aimed directly at Gilgamesh. The on roared to life, spitting out a barrage of blue-fmed bullets.

  "You mad dog!" Gilgamesh snarled, caught off guard by the sudden assault. A few of the bullets hit him before he mao summon a shield to block the rest.

  Naturally, Gilgamesh wasn't oo sit idly by and endure su insult. He retaliated, ung several treasures at Berserker.

  The Bight growled, skillfully switg the Gatling gun to one hand while catg a flying sword with his other. He deflected the remaining projectiles with ease, his movements fluid and precise, demonstrating that he was no ordinary Servant.

  "You dare y your hands on my treasures, you filthy cur?" Gilgamesh was livid. He summoned even more ons, aiming to overwhelm Berserker.

  Berserker met Gilgamesh's onsught head-on, wielding both the sword and the Gatling gun with remarkable skill. The csh was intense, with her side gaining a clear advantage.

  Chihiro remained on the sidelines, watg the spectacle unfold. He khis was Matou Kariya's handiwork; the man had a grudge against Tohsaka Tokiomi from the start. Giving Berserker a Gatling gun had certainly spiced things up.

  Chihiro didn't intervene. For now, he was tent to let the chaos py out.