Vol 2. Chapter 4. Arthur!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

The second Morgan had told me to run, I was already in a full sprint.

I knew that whatever mental breakdown he was having, was the only reason I was still alive, so I needed to use that to my advantage to make as large a distance between us as possible.

But it wouldn't take a genius to know that I'd not last long against Lancelot's 'A+' rank Agility, so I had to prioritize.

So right now I need to find a blindspot from all the Servant's and Master's, and have Morgan drag me into a shadow to escape, or at least hide until Lancelot sees Artoria.

Lunching myself into the air, and landed atop one of the long rows of shipping containers.

I knew time was of the essence, and I needed to increase the distance between the two of us to ensure my safety.

Quickly, I flooded my shoes with Od, and blue tendrils of electricity arched out of them, and latched onto the nearby metal flooring.

In the distance, I heard the sudden sound of concrete cracking, meaning that Berserker had stopped his little breakdown session, which did not bode well for me…

Leaning forwards, I reinforced my body, before I kicked off from the shipping container.

There was a deafening boom that reverberated as I shot forwards faster than I had ever moved in my entire life.

It was as if I had been shot out of a cannon, everything was so disorienting, my surroundings blurred past me, faster than I could comprehend.

It took only a moment for me to figure out that I was airborne, which was not exactly what I had tried to do, but it was a surprisingly decent outcome, even if it wasn't ideal…

My shoes were a mystic code made by Morgan, after she had read up on electromagnetism, and hence the concept of a railgun, which she found quite interesting. 

So the shoes essentially created a small magnetic field that created such a strong repulsive field, that it would allow me to escape close to any confrontation, as long as I stood on a surface that could turn magnetic.

But, there was a teeny-tiny issue with the shoes… there was no proper regulation on output, other than the amount of Od you put into them…

And I had accidently flooded them with a fuck ton of Od…

Almost instantly, I felt my body collide with something hard, but clearly not hard enough, as I burst through it.

The sudden hit to my head, caused my vision to swim, revealing a dark and blurry surrounding.

Shaking my head, I rubbed the daze out of my eyes, allowing me to refocus onto the surroundings.

I had crashed into a shipping container, and I was now currently inside one.

Looking through the hole I had accidentally created, I saw a dark blur rapidly approaching.

{Morgan!} I yelled through my connection.

Before the figure of Berserker could get too close, I felt two arms wrap themselves around my waist, before I was pulled into the ground.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUU—" Berserker's mad yell was cut off, as I was dragged into the shadow.

My vision was filled with darkness, and my senses felt like they had dulled to the extreme.

I couldn't see, hear or feel anything, other than Morgan gently holding me.

{Good job, but your execution leaves much to be desired… But seeing as the two of us were blindsided by Lancelot, I'll forgive you this once.} She said in a teasing tone, but there was some degree of worry lacing her words.

I felt my lips morph into an amused smile at her backhanded compliment.

{Why thank you for the generous assessment, your highness, but I think a change of plans is needed.} My tone went from teasing, to serious by the end of my sentence.

{Indeed, I suppose no plan survives contact with the enemy.} Morgan mused, before continuing. {But we will need to make sure that we keep this entertaining for Gilgamesh, or else things will get messy.}

At her words, I gave a nod.

{Yeah… should we just rush into phase three?} I probed, earning a contemplative hum from Morgan.

{Yes… that might work…}

~~Fate/False Order~~

Saber and Lancer were running to where the sound originated from, as it was too close to where their Master's were left, while Rider followed them in toe in his chariot, hoping to learn of the disturbance's origin.

They heard a massive boom in the distance, causing them to ramp up their speed.

And in a matter of seconds the three Servants, and tag along Master, reached the location Rider had left Alistair to fight Caster.

They saw Caster hoving in the sky, while absentmindedly looking in the distance with an amused smile on her face, completely ignoring the newly arrived servants.

Rider was a bit confused, as he had expected the impressive lad to still have been fighting Caster, yet here she was, and the boy was nowhere in sight.

As Rider inhaled a deep breath, ready to yell up at the flying witch, a manic cry was heard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

The mangled voice caused a shiver to run down everyone in the surroundings, as their head snapped in the same direction that Caster was looking.

In the distance, they saw as a misty figure slammed into a shipping container, before shredding it into nothing.

The sight made the three Servants tighten their hands around their weapons, as they felt a measure of unease while looking upon the mad Servant's rampage.

"Huh… he escaped?" Caster's mutter was heard by the Servant's, who momentarily removed their gaze from Berserker, to look at the witch, before looking back at the mad Servant.

But them willingly keeping their back turned on the witch was a mistake, a mistake she was more than willing to capitalize on.

Suddenly, the arcs of green lights shot over the three Servants heads, before striking the smoky servant in an explosion of green.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Bellowed the enraged Servant, before he ran out from the green explosion cloud, straight for their direction.

Saber turned around to clear up at the witch, and spoke with clear resentment in her tone. "Caster!"

The witch only gave a small smile in return, waving her hand, before her body exploded into hundreds of green butterflies.

Saber turned around, just in time to see Berserker having stopped a scant few feet away from the three.

She couldn't help but notice that his glowing vizor was fixed on her.

Slowly Berserky turned his head around, gazing at the place he had just been, before gazing back to Saber.

Raising his hand, he gripped his helmet, before suddenly trembling.

"AAARRRRRR— AAARRRRR—" He kept growling, as he shook violently.

Lancer shifted into a fighting position, while staring at the unstable Berserker.

Waver seemed to stick his head over the carige's ledge, and focus his gaze on Berserker, before rapidly paling, and crouching back down.

"M-my Master Perspective wouldn't show me anything, his stats just come up blank," Waver said with trace amounts of fear.

Rider's brows furrowed, and he started to reevaluate the Servant, before smoothing his expression over with a smile.

"Berserker, I am Iskandar! The Rider of this war!" He said aloud while slamming a hand on his chest, showing just as much enthusiasm as when he had introduced himself to Lancer and Saber.

"I wish to invite you to join my ar—" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!" Berserker cut him off while clawing at his helmet.

The sudden yell caused Lancer and Saber to tense up, while Rider merely blinked slowly, while looking a bit miffed at having been cut off mid sentence.

Rider raised a finger, while looking at the shivering Servant with apprehension. "Is that a no?"

Swiftly, the shadowy knight wrapped his hand around a nearby light pole, before his fingers dug into its frame.

Red lines spread across the light pole, causing the light bulb to pop, before the metal turned an obsidian black.

Berserker yanked the light pole out from the ground with ease, snapping a few wires, causing sparks to go flying.

Without warning, he swung the pole with all his might, the force of his attack tearing through the air with a shriek of metal against wind.

Saber, already having picked up on the hostility early on, was already ready, and raised her sword, while bracing herself for the impact.

Yet the sheer power behind Berserker's strike was far beyond what she had anticipated.

The pole crashed against her sword with a deafening clang, and though she had managed to block the blow, its force sent vibrations down her body, and her footing faltered.

The crude light pole had somehow broken through her guard, sending Excalibur's tip scraping against the ground.

Saber gritted her teeth, digging her heels in to hold her ground, but the attack sent her skidding back several feet.

Her injury throbbed from the impact, and she adjusted her grip on her sword, eyes narrowing as she assessed her opponent.

"Persistent," she muttered, her breath coming out in a mist in the cool night air.

Lancer, standing a short distance away, readied his twin spears, eyes darting between Berserker and Saber.

Rider, still seated atop the Gordius Wheel, watched the scene unfold with an amused, almost expectant expression.

But Berserker did not give them time to exchange words.

He lunged forward, as he only had eyes for Saber.

His visor glowed in a menacing light, as he fixed his gaze at his target.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTHHUUUUUURRRRR!!" He screeched in his mangled voice.

As the two servants watched on in surprise, at Berserker's single-minded madness, which had led him to ignore the two of them, for the injured Saber.

"Lancer!" Kayneth's voice reverberated from the surroundings, like earlier, not giving away his position. "Join Berserker, and finish off Saber, while she is distracted!"

Lancer's brow furrowed. "But Master, that would be dishonorable! Fighting her two on one would tarni—"

"Lancer!" Kayneth's voice was cold, and made it clear that he didn't care for his Servant's disobedience. "By the power of my command seal, I order you to assist Berserker in attacking Saber!"

A slight crimson glow encompassed Lancer, as the command seal took effect.

Lancer's face twisted in frustration, as he momentarily tried to fight against the command, not wanting his honor to be further tarnished.

His body moved against his will, his feet stepping forward, his hands tightening around his spears.

"Forgive me, Saber," he murmured as he leapt forward, the red tip of Gáe Buidhe flashing through the air toward her.

Saber barely had time to react.

She managed to parry the spear thrust, but the sudden force pushed her off balance.

Berserker seized the moment, swinging the pole again with a frenzied scream.

She spun away just in time, the makeshift weapon brushing past her, but now Lancer was upon her again, pressing the attack.

The battlefield turned into a blur of metal and motion.

Saber was caught between two terrifyingly skilled Servants, and she knew that her chances at coming out on top were bleak if things continued on as they were going now.

She deflected a thrust from Lancer's Gáe Dearg, only to be forced into a backward dodge to avoid another devastating swing from Berserker's pole.

The strain was starting to show in her movements; she was swift, but against the coordinated chaos of Berserker and the precise skill of Lancer, she was quickly being overwhelmed.

Her breaths came out in sharp bursts, her muscles protesting under the relentless onslaught.

She managed to block another strike from Lancer, but Berserker was already closing in, and she had to pivot on her heel, only to narrowly be nicked by the polearm.

The attack had barely made contact with her breastplate, but she was thrown into a shipping container, causing her to have her breath knocked out from her.

The situation was growing dire.

As she raised her head to look back at her attackers, she was met with the sound of hooves clacking.

With a thunderous roar, the Gordius Wheel surged forward, the divine bulls pulling it charging ahead with a ground-shaking gallop.

Lightning crackled around the chariot as it bore down on Berserker, who was too focused on Saber to notice the incoming threat.

At the last moment, Rider bellowed, "HAHA!" and rammed the chariot's battle ram into Berserker's side.

The impact was tremendous, sending Berserker flying across the battlefield, tumbling over the pavement with a spray of sparks.

Rider laughed heartily as the chariot trampled over Berserker, the wheels emitting bursts of electricity that fried the mad warrior's shadowy form.

"Now, Saber!" Rider shouted, pulling his chariot around for another pass. "This should be more fair, go and handle Lancer, and I'll take Berserker!"

Saber took a moment, her shoulders rising and falling heavily as she drew in much-needed air.

She nodded in gratitude to Rider, then turned her attention fully on Lancer.

In a snap of a finger, the two had lunged at one another, their weapons meeting each other in the middle.

But Berserker was not done.

With a snarl that echoed across the battlefield, he rose from beneath the Gordius Wheel, his armor sparking with residual electricity but his visor still locked on Saber.

He moved forward again, heedless of Rider's interference, still intent on his singular target.

Rider frowned, sensing something off. "Why does he keep ignoring me?" he muttered under his breath.

"He acts like nothing matters but her."

He pulled the reins sharply, bringing the chariot around again. "Well, then, I suppose he truly lives up to the name Berserker."

With another charge, Rider aimed straight for Berserker's back.

The bulls snorted, lightning flaring from their hooves, as the Gordius Wheel thundered forward.

But Berserker, still focused on Saber, spun at the last moment, parrying the ram with the light pole.

The impact sent shocks of energy rippling out, and Berserker was pushed back, yet still he did not falter or break his gaze.

Saber, her eyes narrowing, realized the pattern.

'Why does he not respond to Rider's attacks?' she thought, quickly assessing the battlefield.

She continued her defensive stance, fending off Lancer's strikes, but her mind raced to understand Berserker's relentless focus.

The clash continued, with Rider's chariot crashing into Berserker again and again, but each time the dark servant rose, more determined, his attacks becoming wilder, more frenzied.

And then it happened.

A small whistle of air from behind caught Saber's ear.

She barely had time to register it before instinct took over.

She twisted, moving her head just in time as a jagged dagger swiped past where she'd just been.

Saber's eyes widened, her gaze snapping to the direction the dagger had come from.

Right behind her, Caster's hooded face, could be seen smiling at Saber, while holding the dagger, ready to go for another swing.

Widening her eyes, Saber twisted her body, and swiftly slashed at Caster.

But much to her shock, her blade cut straight though her with no resistance.

Caster's smile widened into a menacing smile, before her body burst into moats of green butterflies.

Saber had been had, she had fallen for an illusion.

And now she was in an unbalanced position, something she knew Lancer would take advantage of.

Snapping her head in Lancer's direction, she saw as his golden spear aimed straight for neck, while the red spear was aimed for her midsection.

She couldn't dodge both spears without falling to the floor, practically ensuring a worse outcome, so she had to take on one of the attacks.

Gritting her teeth, she twisted her body as much as she could, and raised her sword while deflecting the golden spear, allowing the red spear to slice clean through her breastplate, and leave her a large gash on her ribs.

Gritting her teeth, she swung her blade at Lancer's open guard.

The Servant of the Spear leaped backwards, and swung his weapons in an attempt at not getting hit.

Unfortunately for him, Saber managed to leave a deep gash in Lancer's forearm, causing him to lose his grip on the red spear.

Lancer quickly made distance between the two, as he gritted his teeth.

His hasty attack had left him vulnerable, causing him to be hit by Saber's counter.

Swiftly, Lancer got into a defensive stance, while brandishing his spear.

Saber took in a deep breath, before kicking the spear on the ground away, before fixing her stance.

"Lancer, how abou—" Saber's words were stopped, as she was hit by a green beam of energy, causing her to flung back into the side of a shipping container.

As her vision swam, she felt immense confusion.

How had she not felt the attack coming?

She could feel an arrow coming at her, for her blind spot with ease, but somehow Caster's attack had caught her unawares.

Something that had only happened a scant few times during her lifetime, and usually only at the hand of one certain witch.

Shaking her head, she fixed her gaze at Caster, who was flying up in the air, seeing an image of her sister's supper impose itself onto her form.

Gritting her teeth, she shook her thoughts away. That Caster was clearly not her sister, and she even acted in a different way than she would have.

The both were definitely witches, but her sister was more the cloak and dagger type, while Caster seemed to at least be willing to get her hands dirty.

Perhaps it wasn't uncommon for witches to have ways to dull an opponent's senses… it felt underhanded enough to make sense for Saber's views on witches.

Luckily the damage to her person was light, as her Magic Resistance was 'A' ranked, but the attack was still surprisingly effective.

Pushing herself up from the wreckage, she used her damaged arm to clutch at her fresh cut, while holding her sword single handedly.

Walking out from the wreckage, she gleaned up at the smirking Caster.

"Oh my, you seem to be worse for wear, Saber," Caster mused, before tens of magical circles formed around her. "Perhaps it's time for you to bow out?"

Caster's words and actions made Saber grit her teeth. while glaring up at the witch.

While her Magic Resistance was high, she knew that if she was hit by the majority of those attacks, she'd be left close to crippled, and she was in no condition to fight back dozens of attacks.

"Caster! What is the meaning of this?!" Saber yelled at the witch. Naturally, she knew exactly what was happening, but Caster seemed to be the smug type, so Saber was hoping to buy some time by having the witch explain herself.

Lancer turned around as well, and fixed his gaze at the Caster.

"Stop thi—" "Atlas."

The space around Lancer froze, as a cocoon of green light surrounded him.

Lancer's face morphed into an angry scowl, as his body tried to fight against the spell.

He was internally kicking himself for not having picked up Gáe Dearg before confronting the witch so brazenly, as he would have been able to break this imprisonment with ease.

"Hush Lancer, the adults are talking," Caster mocked, while slowly shaking her head.

Fixing her gaze back at Saber, her face returned to a smile.

"Oh? I was fairly sure that I was clear, I wish to eliminate you, Saber," Caster said in a kind voice. "Be that by me killing you, or you Master who's watching in the distance, makes no difference for me," she explained in a cruel tone.

Saber's scowl deepend as she gazed at Caster. "Don't you dare target Irisviel!" Saber said, while removing her arm from her wound to grip her sword with both arms.

Saber's words must have been amusing to Caster, as she gave an audible snort.

"No, I do not speak of the doll, no matter how interesting she is," she said dismissively, before a few of her magic circles pointed towards the warehouses. "I speak of the man who thinks himself of the Assassin class."

Saber's eyes widened at her words, which might as well have been a verbal confirmation.

Caster's smile merely widened at Saber's clear unease.

"So tell me," Caster said in a mocking tone. "Will it be you, or yo—"

There was the distinct sound of a gun being shot, interrupting Caster's monologue, but that wasn't all.

Caster's stomach had a giant hole in it, allowing Saber to see the sky behind her though the hole.

All of her magic circles crumbled into motes of mana, before the witch coughed up a mouth full of blood.

Caster quickly raised a hand and yelled, "Argos!"

A see through shield formed in front of her, just as four more sounds of gunfire was heard.

Four small projects could be seen impacting the shield, all of them centered around her head and neck area.

Small cracks could be seen forming on the shield, before quickly fixing themselves.

Caster's mouth was turned in a frown, as she gazed in the direction of the gunshots.

"Nóthos!" She spat, before gritting her teeth.

"I'll get you for that… boy," Caster grumbled, before her cloak enveloped her, disappearing in a flash of green.

Saber moved her gaze to the now free Lancer, who had deftly moved away to pick up his spear.

Lancer met her gaze, only to point his spear at her, while getting into a defensive position.

"Saber… would you be amenable to end this for now? I fear for what I pursue to be Archer's danger for my master, and wish to postpone our bout until we clear things up," he explained, causing Saber to lower her blade while raising a brow.

"What about the command seal?" She probed, only for Lancer to give a sly smile.

"Master ordered me to assist Berserker in his attempts at killing you, and I for one don't see him anywhere, and I feel that it has lost its effect," he said in a smug tone.

Saber cracked the smallest of smiles, before lowering her sword.

"Then I agree, Lancer," she said, before lowering her sword completely.

Saber and Lancer sprinted side by side, their feet pounding against the concrete as they raced towards the direction of their Masters.

The clashing sounds of combat echoed through the docks, punctuated by the occasional burst of electricity.

Ahead of them, the familiar rumble of Rider's chariot thundered through the foggy night.

Rider's booming laughter carried over the din of battle, his voice filled with excitement and slight exasperation.

"Come on, Berserker!" Rider shouted, pulling back on the reins.

The Gordius Wheel skidded across the ground, spinning in a wide arc as Rider tried to keep Berserker from advancing further. "You're making this too easy!"

Berserker snarled, his entire body vibrating with an uncontrollable fury.

His wild gaze locked onto Saber the moment she appeared in his line of sight.

The intensity in his visor flared brighter, almost blindingly so, and his struggles grew more frantic, more desperate.

He tore free of Rider's attempts to corral him, surging forward with manic determination.

"Saber!" Rider called out. "He's coming for you!"

Saber nodded, her grip tightening around Excalibur. "I see him," she replied, her voice calm despite the chaos.

Without another word, Berserker charged at her, wielding a broken light pole like a spear.

His speed was astonishing, as he looked like a black blur hurling towards her.

Saber barely had time to set her stance before the first strike came.

Berserker slammed the light pole down at Saber, but she parried it with her Excalibur, causing sparks to go flying.

Seeing an opening, Lancer jumped into action, and flanked Berserker from the side.

"Let's see how you handle this!" he shouted, thrusting Gáe Dearg toward Berserker's side.

The red spear gleamed as it struck true, piercing through the dark mist that clung to Berserker's armor.

The moment it made contact, the shadows around the impact point evaporated, dissipating like smoke in the wind, momentarily revealing purple metal armor clinging to Berserker's form.

Berserker roared in fury, staggering back a step.

But he did not relent.

Instead, he swung the light pole wildly, forcing Saber and Lancer to leap back to avoid the wide arc of his attack.

The pole smashed into the ground with a deafening crash, splitting the concrete.

Lancer pressed the attack, darting forward with his spear poised for another strike.

He knew his weapon could pierce through Berserker's armor, and perhaps it could even reveal his identity, as long as he cut away enough of the shadows hiding his form.

His eyes focused on the gaps, looking for openings, ready to exploit any weakness.

He jabbed and twisted, and each time the spear struck, a small section of the shadows peeled away, revealing the twisted, blackened metal beneath, before slowly covering it up.

Berserker's rage seemed only to increase with every blow, his movements becoming more erratic, more frenzied.

Saber darted in from the other side, her blade ready to cut at Berserker.

The two moved together in tandem, with one of them going into Berserkers reach, while the other parried his attacks, allowing the other to go in for an attack.

For a moment, it seemed like they had the upper hand, that they might actually wear Berserker down.

But Berserker's were known for resilience and strength for a reason.

With a guttural snarl, Berserker spun with surprising agility, and the light pole moved with a speed that should have been impossible for such a large object.

Saber raised Excalibur to block it, but the force of the impact sent a shockwave up her arms.

She grunted, digging her feet into the ground to hold her position.

Lancer took the opportunity to dart in again, aiming for Berserker's exposed flank.

The spear flashed red as it connected, and another section of shadow peeled away.

Berserker howled, his visor flaring with a blinding light, but he did not fall.

Instead, he turned his attention fully to Lancer, swinging the pole with a brutal, unpredictable speed.

Lancer was forced to jump back, his balance faltering for a moment.

Berserker advanced, his strikes becoming more precise, more focused, as if the madness was momentarily giving way to a more precise and methodic combat.

"Careful, Lancer!" Rider called from behind, charging in with his chariot once more.

The Gordius Wheel slammed into Berserker's side, knocking him off balance but not off his feet.

Berserker turned with a snarl, his visor now blazing with a red fury, as if daring Rider to come closer.

Rider chuckled, gripping the reins tighter. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, preparing for another charge.

But Berserker's focus snapped back to Saber, who had readied herself for another assault.

He lunged toward her with renewed ferocity, forcing Saber to sidestep and deflect his strikes with quick, fluid motions.

The light pole whistled through the air, each blow capable of crushing her if it connected properly.

Despite their combined efforts, Berserker seemed tireless, his madness was pushing him beyond the limits of a typical servant.

Lancer continued to press with Gáe Dearg, but his strikes were becoming less frequent, more measured, as the mad Servant adapted to the pattern of their attacks.

The battle continued, Berserker keeping the three servants who had been forced onto the defensive.

Saber's breaths grew heavier, and Lancer's arm began to tire, but still, they held their ground, refusing to yield.

Berserker raised his light pole, ready to slam it into Saber.

And then, a sudden gunshot rang out.

The bullet struck Berserker squarely in the helmet, the impact jolting his head back and causing him to stagger for the first time.

All eyes turned toward the source of the shot.

There, in the distance, stood a figure, calmly holding a gun.

There was a small cut on his forehead, with a trail of blood slowly creeping down his face.

His yellow hair gleamed in the moonlight, and his green eyes bore a striking resemblance to Saber's.

Saber's eyes widened in shock. "What…?"

The man's gaze remained steady, and he raised his gun again, aiming directly at Berserker.

Alistair frowned, before he fired the gun again, but this time, he shot multiple bullets at Berserker's head.

~~Fate/False Order~~

Please leave, please leave, please leave, please leave…

I continued shooting at Berserker, trying to do as much damage as possible, in the hopes that Karaiea, Kerya… Bug-Boi, get's too drained from Berserker, and is forced to recall him back.

Berserker finally bothered to care about my constant annoying volley of gunfire, and he raised an arm to guard his helmet from my bullets.

As I pulled the trigger, I heard the sound of the slide lock itself in place.

Smoothly, I clicked the cartridge ejection button, and used my left arm to pull out another magazine, feed it into the magazine well, and flick the slide back into place, loading a round into the chamber.

In the single second I had used to reload the pistol, Berserker had fixed his glowing vizor onto me.

He seemed to stay still as he saw me, before he started to tremble again.

Slowly his head swerved to Saber, before looking back to me, and then clutching his head, dropping his weapon.

"AAAAAAAAARRTTTTHHHUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" He roared while looking to the sky, before lashing out with his arms at the surrounding servants.

Not missing the chance, Lancer drove his spear into Berserker's leg, causing the mad servant to howel.

Pulling the spear out of his leg, Lancer was about to lunge forwards with his other spear, before Berserker's form glowed red, before he suddenly vanished.

Thank fuck.

About fucking time.

The Servant's gazed at the spot where Berserker had just vanished, before they started talking to one another.

Rider even gestured in my direction, while they talked, causing me to give a relieved sigh.

Slowly, I placed my Mystic Code into my shoulder gun holster, inside my jacket.

Swiftly, I jumped down from my vintage point, from atop of a pile of shipping containers.

As I closed in on the ground, wind surrounded my legs, allowing me to gently land to the ground.

I slowly moved towards the spot I had seen all three of the Servants had just been attacking Lancelot.

I purposefully walked towards the spot slowly, as I had little interest in interacting with Rider or Diarmuid right now, so it was for the best that they'd leave before I got there.

{Are you sure that Artoria won't leave as quickly as possible?} I probed, causing Morgan to give a huff of derision.

{Trust me, my little sister is far too interested in your existence to leave this place without at least talking to you.} She explained.

I gave a low hum, while slowly moving towards the docs.

As I reached it, and turned the corner, I was met by the sight of Irisviel healing Saber's cut on her ribs.

Apparently having heard my footsteps, I saw Artoria's eyes fix themselves onto me, as if studying me.

Raising a hand in greeting, I shot her a smile. "Hello there," I said with a wide smile.

Irisviel turned her head in my direction at my sudden greeting.

She sent me a gentle smile, while giving a respectful nod of her head.

"Hello, and thank you for aiding Saber earlier," she said in a grateful tone.

Smiling, I waved away her thanks. "No need, the two had tried to kill me, unprovoked might I add, earlier, so I was more than inclined to return the favor, when the opportunity presented itself," I explained calmly.

Saber seemed to react at my words and raised a brow. "You fought Berserker?" She asked in an impressed tone.

"Calling it a fight, would be a bit too kind, as it was more me running for my life, while avoiding the worst of it," I explained truthfully, while giving a light shrug.

Smiling at Artoria, I gave her a sheepish smile.

"I assume I should introduce myself," I said, before taking a few steps forwards, and reaching out my hand for a handshake.

"My name is Alistair, Alistair Pendragon," I said with a confident smile, before my expression turned into a wry grin. "I'd call you Arthur, but I am going to assume that it isn't your true name."

Saber grabbed my hand without hesitation, while staring deeply into my eyes.

"Seeing as my identity isn't much of a secret, I'll tell you," she said, before taking a deep breath.

"I am Artoria Pendragon, king of the Britains," she gave a slight pause, before frowning. "And somehow, seemingly your ancestor."

I felt the grip on my hand slightly tighten, which I reciprocated, before giving a slight shrug.

"It would seem that you have no clue on how our family still exists," I said conversationally.

Saber's frown deepened, before giving a crisp nod. "Yes."

Pursing my lips, I gave her a lopsided smile. "How about I invite the two of you for lunch tomorrow," I said while glancing towards Irisviel, before looking back at Artoria.

"It would give us a more private place to talk about sensitive matters, and would allow me to ask a few of my own questions," I proposed.

Saber looked neutral at my invitation, while Irisviel seemed to light up, and she clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful! It's not every day a Heroic Spirit gets to interact with their family, I have no issue with your idea," she said enthusiastically, before looking at Saber.

"What about you, Saber?"

Saber scrutinized me for a bit longer, before she seemingly relaxed, and wore a slight smile.

"Lunch sounds good," she said in a calm tone, but her eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought of food.

Chuckling to myself, I let go of her hand, and retracted my arm.

Cupping my chin, I glanced at Irisviel. "I feel it's best for the three of us to get as much rest as possible, so how does Three O'clock sound?" I probed, and she gave me a nod.

"Great, I'll meet you two at the Fuyuki Bridge, on the side of Miyama Town, Three O'clock sharp," I proposed, earning nods from the two of them.

Raising a hand, I gave a little wave. "Well I have to go, I need to make a phone call to Mom, lest she learns of your existence from someone other than me…" I commented, before turning around and pulling out my phone from my pocket.

Walking away, I heard Irisviel's goodbye, while I dialed mothers number, before pressing the phone into my ear.

God knows if someone else tells her that King Arthur was in this war, other than me, that I'll get my ass beat when I get back home…

Or have my alcohol privileges taken away from me until I turn thirty… 

It would probably be the former, knowing her.

"Hello? Alistair, did something happen?" Mother's voice sounded from the other end, while sounding a bit uneasy.

Smiling at the concern, I glanced back at the homunculus and Servant pair, before looking forwards again.

"Mom, guess who I just met."

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153 Hours, 24 Minutes And 46 Seconds Until Zero 

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A/N

Welcome back, my reader Overlords, please add this to your library and give me some comments, stones and Reviews, as it would be much appreciated.

I am so sorry for the late post!

My university assignments had been piling up, and I needed to do like three alignments in one day, so I've only had the time to write today.

Which is why I made sure that the chapter was over 5K words long, as you guys deserve as much if I'm late... though luckily its still Friday, so I'm kinda not late, if we are being technical...

But please, fill me in on your opinion of the chapter! As I'd like to know how you feel.

Some might wish to point out that Gilgamesh didn't appear, which is weird, but he only joined in cannon when Rider called everyone who was watching the scene a coward for not showing themselves, causing Gilgamesh to join the fray. That's why 'Medea' cut off Rider's speech before he could get far enough to taunt Gil.

Oh, and for those who haven't guessed it, the gun is a Mystic Code made by Morgan.

So the gunshots at 'Caster', were Alistair shooting at her from a far with his Mystic Code gun, which is why it dealt so much damage. A bit more on that during family lunch time.

Now, please fill me in, as I am interested in your thoughts!

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