Omigod, th-they're here! Well, Viktoria didn't really know who it was, but did that matter? She knew this was a fight to the death!
"Täuschen! Werde ein Baum." With a short chant, the small magus almost perfectly disappeared from sight. Or at least, her real body did... she left behind a simple illusion of herself, standing right behind Berserker where she once was. The real Viktoria, who was almost entirely transparent, threw herself out of the way and right right next to a tree. Her spell had masked her prana signature, emulating the natural mana of the foliage around here, becoming pretty indistinguishable from the tree that towered next to her. From here, hopefully she was out of danger... time to leave it to Berserker.
The large Servant drew his giant, gleaming sword, swooping it forward, defensively to stop any opening attack from the Servant before him. It was... a Lancer. Unless Riders enjoy polearms, but Berserker was fairly certain of the Servant class that had charged forward.
Berserker grunted, taking note of the Lancer's antlered helmet. What heroic spirit could it be? Ah, but it was probably best not to worry about such details at the moment, or else he could be skewered in a moment of contemplation. "Lancer, I presume?"