Chapter 7 - The Fight Continues, but...

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"People will eventually die, and death itself is sad.

But pain shouldn't be the only thing that remains.

A death is painful, but it also leaves behind bright memories.

As I am bound by these people's deaths…

As I am protected by my memories of Kiritsugu…

I believe memories become constraints and change the people living now.

…Even if…

They are memories that will eventually be forgotten." - Emiya Shirou

(N/A: Third Person Point of View by the Author)

The atmosphere was heavy in that sinister and enigmatic place. Saber and Lancer locked eyes with fiery glares, ready for their final showdown. They were two legendary heroes clashing for the glory of the Grail. Each had their own story, their own pride.

The weapons clashed with force, creating a deafening noise. Saber wielded her invisible sword with grace and skill, evading Lancer's spears with incredible agility. The sound of blades meeting was like a war melody that sent shivers through hidden onlookers.

Lancer refused to be intimidated. With his two differently colored spears, he attacked Saber with astonishing speed, trying to hit her vital points. The sound of the air being torn by the sharp tips was like a deathly whistle that heightened the tension of the duel.

Both fought with unmatched ferocity, exchanging blows and glances. Saber and Lancer seemed to dance a macabre waltz, where every step was crucial and every gesture could be fatal. Emotions ran high, and blood coursed through the veins of the two warriors.

Irisviel's soothing voice still echoed in Saber's mind, reminding her of her purpose in the Grail War. She felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders but also determination in her heart.

Lancer also felt something special for his opponent. He admired her nobility and courage as she fought with honor and dignity. The battle was brutal, but there was mutual respect between them. They wanted to prove their honor and skill in the best way possible.

The sound of their weapons continued to resonate in the environment, like a war symphony filling the silence. Each strike, each move was an expression of the will and strength of the two heroes. While the world around them seemed frozen in time, the battle between Saber and Lancer raged on, promising an epic conclusion that would go down in Grail War history.

At the same time, other hidden beings watched Saber and Lancer's fight, preparing for the opportune moment to enter the fray.

On the other hand, at this moment...

(A/N: Shirou's House)

Both members of the household had already sensed the energy emitted by a servant. So, the holy maiden decided to investigate what was happening and why she had been summoned.

"Shirou, I will investigate what's happening at the port! So, you'll stay here where it's safer. Alright?" said the heroic spirit of the Maiden of Orleans.

"..." Shirou.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Jeanne. Caster could find me again and kidnap me once more," Shirou replied to Jeanne regarding the possibility of him being kidnapped again.

"Even if that happens, all you need to do is use a command seal, and I'll be by your side. So, there's no problem," the Holy Maiden affirmed.

"I know you're reluctant about me leaving, but it's safer this way than taking you with me," Jeanne stated the fact again.

"Even if I want to deny it, we can't ignore the possibility of other servants being there and attacking us. So, I can only reluctantly accept," Shirou said, pouting, as he lost an argument to her.

Jeanne could stop smiling, pinch his cheek, and get up to leave. But what she didn't hear him mutter softly was, "She sees me as a little brother," as a cloud of depression hung over Shirou's head.

(A/N: Change of Perspective Again, at the Port)

In that intense battle between Saber and Lancer, the air was charged with electricity, as if the heavens themselves were in conflict, ready to unleash their fury upon the world. The eyes of the two heroes gleamed with fierce determination, and their movements were as fluid as a dance, a deadly dance where life and death were the partners.

The night was silent, but not for Saber and Lancer. They exchanged blows with a fury that tore through the air, creating a deafening noise. It was as if each clash of their weapons was a war cry, a declaration of their will to win. The sparks that flew when their blades met were like shooting stars, briefly illuminating the darkness. The ground trembled beneath their feet, as if the earth itself felt the weight of their battle.

Meanwhile, Shirou was at home, nervously biting his nails and with his heart in his throat. He knew the Holy Grail War was dangerous, but he couldn't help but worry about Jeanne, who had gone to confront the unknown. He wanted to be with her, to support her, to fight alongside her. But he also knew that Jeanne was strong, courageous, and that she was following her own path.

At the port, Jeanne pressed on, unafraid of what lay ahead. She was like a beacon in the dark night, a light that shone against the darkness trying to engulf her. Her courage and determination were like a sharp sword, cutting through the fear and doubt that surrounded her.

Saber and Lancer continued their fierce battle, which was more than just a duel. They were like representatives of a larger war, a war that went beyond their own stories and desires. They were pieces in a larger game, but they were also heroes on their own journey, fighting for their ideals and principles.

The fate of all involved in the Holy Grail War was intertwined, like the threads of a complex and delicate web. Every action, every choice, every blow struck that night would shape the future, determine who would reach the Grail, and who would be consumed by darkness.

The clash between Saber and Lancer reached its climax, like a battle of giants beneath the night sky's stars. Each of their movements was like a deadly choreography, a synchronized dance of sword and spear, unfolding with impressive perfection.

Saber's attacks were like lightning, tearing through the air with incredible speed. Her invisible sword glowed like a ray of light, defying the shadows that enveloped the battle. Each strike was an expression of her unwavering determination, a flame burning in her chest.

Lancer, on the other hand, was as agile as a wildcat, gracefully evading Saber's attacks. His spears moved like venomous snakes, seeking an opening to strike. Each move was a deadly dance, a dance with death as a companion.

The sound of blades clashing was like distant thunder, a roar of battle echoing through the sleeping city. Invisible spectators could feel the tension in the air, as if the whole world held its breath, waiting for the outcome of this epic fight.

Saber and Lancer's eyes met amidst the chaos of battle, sparks of determination and challenge colliding. They were like two lions, vying for leadership of a pride, each determined to prove their superiority.

With each strike, each dodge, the battle intensified, like a hurricane of steel and will. Their movements were so perfect, so calculated, that they seemed choreographed by a higher force.

And so, in the midst of the dark night, the battle raged on, like a tragic opera unfolding under the stars. Each blow was an act of courage, each dodge a display of skill. Saber and Lancer were like heroes of old, fighting for their honor and destiny, in a deadly dance that would resonate through the ages.

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