'thinking'

"speaking"

Flash back

"Archer, leave him be!" she shouted across the debris of the exquisite ( now torn down) mansion. Servant Archer paid no attention and continued his run towards servant Berserker. Without a skip of a beat he released the swords he had been holding a second ago and made a down ward slash on Berserker's torso. He jumped back as the giant hulk gave of an enraged howl.

She narrowed her violet eyes, annoyed at being ignored. She pushed back a lock of raven hair that had been obscuring her vision, and focused on the childish yet dangerous Ilyasviel. She heard a bang as Archer was smashed into a wall and felt a jerk in her chest. Pain. She had to act quickly or Archer would be…

She closed her eyes and concentrated, turning on her magic circuit. There was a spark and a flair erupted in her hand which she abruptly flung at the snow haired child. Ilya's red eye's widened in fear but, she was suddenly shielded by her enormous bodyguard. He bared his teeth at the offender, a slender teenage girl with pale skin, raven hair and cynical violet eyes. Those eyes however were no longer bright like they used to be, they were dull and tired and shadows loomed behind them.

Here stood Takara…just Takara. Forget the last name. She gritted her teeth, damn. She hated being a problem for Archer. Speaking of which where was he? "It's no problem, Berserker" Ilya's voices piqued up. "You can kill her first". Berserker swung his club, and had it come down on her, meaning to crack her skull. She raised her hands above her head and a sheet of magic appeared, keeping that deadly club at least a foot from her head. The second blow, however shattered it. She fell to the ground, her head bleeding.

Her breathing became pressured as she looked up at the looming Hercules, but still, a smile graced her features. 'Why does she smile?' Ilya thought, suspicious. BOOM! There was an explosion and Berserker fell to his knees, holding his searing face in agony. The magician jumped back as soon as she had smiled, and looked down at the servant from the balcony. "That should have killed you, but it's good enough for me". She heard a whisper of air behind her and turned to find Archer. He looked at her disapprovingly. "You're bleeding", "so are you, a little blood loss never killed anyone", "you're right, big blood loss did".

She scowled at him, but still her hand lightly brushed the side of his face, worried. Very worried. Again, Berserker leaped at them. Violet eyes shimmered and Takara, created another shield, this one, stronger than the last, because she didn't have a plan if this one broke. Archer stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and pulling her behind him.

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Gears, giant gears. Swords littered the surreal plane, that Archer had brought them to. His own world, she instantly took a liking to it, but didn't have time to admire it seeing their adversaries were still present. She glimpsed at Archer and distanced herself from him, just in case he would need maneuvering space. She focused her gaze again on the little witch, who was watching her with curiosity, though with a little less superiority than she had had minutes ago. She summoned the magic she had saved away from the start of the battle and now let it come forth. She held her palm out, "from depth of darkness, and reaches of light, I call onto thee, bestow thy power on me…katalikan na madilim…dark ecstacy!". And she released it, a great orb of black energy, right at the same time, Berserker, rushed forth. The magic did little damage if any and he just kept speeding toward her like a runaway train.

The club met her ribs with a sickening crunch and she was thrown back ward. Archer's eyes widened, he rushed to catch her before she met some hard object, a rock perhaps .He caught her successfully and laid her down. Takara coughed a bit, her hand grasping her bloody side. "Well, that's it for that one" Ilya said cheerfully, "now Berserker can focus on you". Archer clenched his hand. She was fine. Already she was starting to heal, but still. He wouldn't let her get bullied by some troll.

He stood up. "This place, it is the infinite sword, the ideal of a sword." He picked up the sword, beside him, "come at me without fear!" and both servants charged. Takara pushed herself off of the ground reaching for Archer but he was already paces ahead of her. "Noooooo!!!".

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He fell on the ground, blood dripping everywhere, yet he still had his smirk on. Takara couldn't breath. All she could do was watch…watch in horror. Arches was…Archer…he was dying. "I bet he regretted it now a bit" Ilya said, "still" her expression became irritated, "Seven times, by just one servant and one magician who isn't even his partner. Berserker! You better not have gone easy on them! Now, heal your wounds, we have to kill the rest now". She glanced at the raven head, reaching out for the fading servant. "We'll leave this one. She's dying anyway. Might as well let her have some time with her comrade. Come along Berserker".

And the pair left, leaving the defeated warriors in darkness. "Ar…cher…" she touched his face. "Sorry 'bout that, doll. Couldn't kill him twelve times" he said, smiling. Tears dripped down her face. "Idiot. We were just supposed to stall for time…if you die, I'll kill you". He smiled again, "listen to you, are you losing that much blood?". "It hurts". "Don't worry, it'll heal". She laid her head down, moving closer to him. "Exactly. I'll heal even if I want to or not. But I can't heal you". "Nah" he held her face, "don't trouble yourself with me ,doll. I'm just a servant. Tell Rin I'm sorry I couldn't get that Grail…love you…" he mumbled the last part and finally faded away completely. She choked, tears streaming. "Love you too…".