Arturia inwardly cursed; Llamrei, a battle-hardened mare, would not so much as flinch at an oncoming attack. Though experienced, her current mount couldn't help but spook at the sudden movement of the large weapon. It was only Arturia's rigorous training and impressive skill in the saddle which kept her in it.

But even after her mount's hooves returned to the ground and Excalibur in her free right hand, she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, the cannon trained on her. The queen gritted her teeth, preparing and praying she could evade...

...When a mysterious ally took care of the problem for her. Whether or not he was there to aid Britain specifically or simply to take the fight to the enemy, it mattered none to the petite knight. She was now free to go on the offensive.

Excalibur blurred into flashing silver, blue, and gold as she brought it to bear on the Astartes, a blow which would cleave a normal man from shoulder to groin.