One Sided Beat Down

The tension in the air was palpable as Diarmuid stood his ground, his spears glinting dangerously in the dim night light. Giorno could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a dark cloud.

With a fierce glint in his eye, Diarmuid spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You may be my enemy, but right now he's more of a threat to my master if left unchecked!" His muscles tensed as he prepared to launch his attack, his twin spears crossed in front of him like a deadly barrier.

The two warriors clashed, their weapons ringing out like a chorus of steel. The Berserker was a whirlwind of fury, his movements almost too fast for the eye to follow. Diarmuid was no less skilled, his spears flashing like bolts of lightning as he parried blow after blow.

But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the fight took a deadly turn. Diarmuid's smirking expression was replaced with a look of horror as his body froze completely, his muscles locked in place. Giorno could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the veins bulging in his neck as he struggled to move.

In the shadowy depths, Lancer's master's voice boomed once again, piercing the silence. "What are you doing, Lancer?!" he bellowed. The air was thick with tension, and the words hung in the darkness like the sword of Damocles. "This is a perfect chance, aid Berserker and take out that insolent Blonde brat!"

The command seemed to reverberate through Lancer's very being, sending shivers down his spine. But Diarmuid stood firm, his muscles tense and his face contorted with inner turmoil. To defy his master was the gravest sin a knight could commit, but he could not bring himself to aid the rampaging Berserker.

A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he struggled to hold his ground, his heart pounding in his chest. His master's voice dripped with malice, and the command seal burned like a brand on his skin. "Have it your way, Lancer. By order of the Command Seal, join Berserker in this fight and kill Archer."

In the distance, a sudden burst of blinding light illuminated the darkened arena, signaling the activation of Lancer's Noble Phantasm.

As the light faded, Lancer, his body contorted inhumanly, lunged forward, his spear aimed directly at Giorno's chest.

Reacting with lightning-fast reflexes, Giorno leaped backward, narrowly evading the deadly thrust. He could feel the rush of air as the sharp tip of the spear grazed past him, missing him by mere inches.

Berserker's fury was palpable, radiating off of him like heat from a scorching sun. His eyes were wild and bloodshot, and his muscles bulged with each movement he made. But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of awareness shone through. Something deep within his subconscious recognized Lancer's allegiance, and he refrained from attacking the spearman as he advanced on Giorno.

Giorno stood firm, their weapons at the ready as they braced for Berserker's assault. But just as the berserker was about to strike, Iskandar appeared at his side, brandishing his sword with practiced ease.

Iskandar turned his attention to Diarmuid, his sword raised in challenge. Diarmuid wasted no time in launching a fierce attack, his spear whistling through the air as he sought to take down his opponent. But Iskandar was more than a match for the spearman's skill, deftly parrying each blow with the grace of a dancer.

Their battle was a blur of flashing steel and thundering footsteps as they clashed and circled each other. Iskandar held his ground, never wavering in his focus as he kept Diarmuid at bay. And all the while, Giorno continued his battle, his stand at the ready as he sought to strike at Berserker's weaknesses.

Giorno moved with the grace of a dancer, his lithe figure weaving in and out of the Berserker's grasp. He felt the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he took in the surrounding battlefield. The scent of rusting metal mingled with the metallic tang of blood, as the roars of fighting Servants filled the air.

Without missing a beat, Giorno charged forward, his eyes fixed on the looming figure of the Berserker. Berserker swung its vine whips in a frenzy, but Giorno moved like a blur, effortlessly dodging each strike. As he closed in, he felt the ground shift beneath his feet, and with a flick of his wrist, a tree sprouted from the earth, propelling him into a mighty leap.

Giorno's body soared through the air, his senses on high alert as he prepared to strike. In one swift motion, he brought his leg up, the force of his momentum building up as he unleashed a devastating spinning kick aimed at the Berserker's head.

But the Berserker was not to be underestimated. With a fierce twist of its upper body, it swung its whips in a wide arc, halting Giorno's attack in its tracks. Giorno, undeterred, quickly adapted to the situation, grabbing hold of the ends of the whips with a firm grip.

With a fierce tug, Giorno pulled the Berserker off its feet, sending the knight tumbling to the ground in a cloud of dust. Despite the knight's immense strength, Giorno's speed and agility had proved to be more than a match for it.

Giorno lunged forward, his gold-clad fist glistening in the dimly lit battlefield. The air crackled with anticipation as he aimed the faceless helmet of the Berserker. With an ear-splitting roar, he unleashed his full strength and the impact of the blow sent shockwaves through the air.

But Giorno wasn't done yet. He pressed his advantage and launched into a rapid flurry of blows, his fists moving with lightning speed. Each strike landed with a deafening thud, resonating through the battlefield as Berserker struggled to rise to its feet.

With one final punch, Giorno delivered a crushing blow that sent the Servant's head smashing into the unforgiving concrete below. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the night air as Berserker crumpled to the ground.

Giorno stood over his fallen opponent, panting heavily from the exertion. Even a mad dog would have been quelled by such a beating - the sheer force of his blows was too much for any creature to withstand.

Giorno's victory was quickly shattered as Berserker proved to be more formidable than he had expected. In an instant, the clench of two metal hands constricted around his neck, depriving him of air.

However, Giorno remained composed, his fingers interlaced with those of the Berserkers in a tense grip. Suddenly, a brilliant burst of golden light illuminated the battlefield as Giorno unleashed the power of Golden Experience, infusing the mad servant with a surge of life energy. The Berserker faltered, his hands dropping limply to the ground as he was momentarily stunned by the sudden influx of vitality.

Seizing the opportunity, Giorno struck with lightning-fast precision, his fists hammering into the Berserker's helmet with a sickening crack that echoed across the field of battle. Blood spattered across the ground as the Berserker stumbled backward, his grip on reality faltering.

Giorno's sharp senses detected something amiss, and he sprang backward with lightning speed, putting some distance between himself and the dazed and dangerous Berserker.

Berserker's fierce battle cry echoed through the battlefield as he launched himself into the air, his muscular frame flexing with each movement. Giorno, weary from the prolonged conflict, knew that this was the moment to bring an end to the brutal clash.

A burst of radiant golden light exploded from Giorno's body, illuminating the entire area and causing all the warring servants to stop in their tracks. The energy radiating from Giorno seemed to defy the laws of nature, distorting time and space itself. The very fabric of the universe appeared to be unraveling, the gears that kept reality turning now spinning backward.

Giorno's voice was barely a whisper as if the weight of the world rested on his tongue. "Return to Zer..." Suddenly, a burst of electric blue light erupted around Giorno, enveloping him in a blinding aura that seemed to shimmer and dance in the air. In an instant, Giorno was gone, vanished into the ether like a ghost in the night.

The gathered servants looked on in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock and confusion. The only sound that remained was the soft rustle of the wind through the metal containers.

As they stood there, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed, the sky above them began to shine, the clouds turning a warm shade of yellow as the first few suns' rays began to pierce through the thick clouds.