[Saber's celebrations are cut short, though, she spots the god vomiting poison.]
You spiteful bastard...if that mixes in with the snow...
[Edward nudges Saber in the hand, giving her a suggestion.]
Right...you do that, Lancelot and I will block it. Wait until I'm in position in case the snow melts.
[Which that, Saber takes a running, flying leap toward where the Toxic is hitting, attempting to block it with her poison-immune body. As she gets there, Edward fires off an Incinerate directly toward the poison stream, a move hot enough to obliterate anything in its path thoroughly enough that there shouldn't be any poison vapors. As for what makes it to the ground...Saber will think of something before it has time to soak in. Hopefully.]
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[Saber's celebrations are cut short, though, she spots the god vomiting poison.]
You spiteful bastard...if that mixes in with the snow...
[Edward nudges Saber in the hand, giving her a suggestion.]
Right...you do that, Lancelot and I will block it. Wait until I'm in position in case the snow melts.
[Which that, Saber takes a running, flying leap toward where the Toxic is hitting, attempting to block it with her poison-immune body. As she gets there, Edward fires off an Incinerate directly toward the poison stream, a move hot enough to obliterate anything in its path thoroughly enough that there shouldn't be any poison vapors. As for what makes it to the ground...Saber will think of something before it has time to soak in. Hopefully.]