"'Sup?" The newcomer asked Shirou. "I'm Saber. I guess you're my Master?"
"Y-yes?" Shirou stuttered. A sympathetic look crossed Saber's face.
"This all new to you?" Saber asked. Shirou nodded sheepishly. Saber chuckled.
"It's alright," Saber said. "I'll fill you in once I kick Lancer's teeth in."
"You are certainly welcome to try," Lancer said, finally managing to stand in a battle ready pose. "I certainly don't intend to lose."
"Funny," Saber said. "I was about to say the same thing."
Saber rushed Lancer, swinging his sword almost like a mace in an overhead strike. Lancer snapped his spear into a guard, bracing with both hands at the surprising force behind Saber's swing. Saber lashed out with his foot, but instead of trying to kick someone in full plate armor with an unarmored foot, he instead kicked off Lancer's chest to gain distance. Without ceremony, Lancer shot into the air. Saber's eyebrows went up with him.
"So you can do that too," he muttered. Saber then shot his hand in Lancer's direction, and said in a slightly warped voice, "Slow!"
An indigo aura surrounded Lancer as he reached the apex of his jump, a faint image of a clock's hands slowing showing in the aura. Lancer briefly slowed in the air, before the clock shattered and the aura fled from Lancer's presence, and he went back to his original speed.
"Worth a shot," Saber said to himself. His voice warping again, he then said "Haste!"
This time, an orange aura surrounded Saber, with an image of clock hands speeding up in the aura. Just before Lancer would have impaled Saber, he dashed backwards, far faster than he had moved before.
"Nice try, Dragoon," Saber said. "But I know how to fight against you and your type."
"That is a problem for me," Lancer said. "I could use my Noble Phantasm to win this fight, but my Master has forbidden me from using it. So I shall take my leave."
Saber rushed Lancer. "Oh no you don't!"
A small smirk crossed Lancer's face. "Teleport."
And suddenly Saber's sword struck air. He made a frustrated noise. "I hate teleporters!" He said. Saber then stared angrily at where Lancer was.
"...you said you would explain this to me?" Shirou asked, in awe of the skirmish.
"Right! So, there's the-" Saber suddenly stopped talking.
"Saber? What's-" Shirou started.
"Shh!" Saber interrupted. "There's another Servant."
"A what?" Shirou asked.
"An enemy with powers like mine," Saber quickly explained. "For some reason they're not coming in here. But we still need to drive them off."
Shirou nodded. Saber nodded back and shot off over the walls. Shirou could already hear the sounds of combat and blades clashing. He ran outside the gates, and saw Saber in frantic combat with Archer. But what gave Shirou pause was the person standing behind Archer.
"Rin?" Shirou asked incredulously. Her eyes widened.
"You're a Master?" Rin asked him.
"I guess?" Shirou asked. "I don't really know what that means, though."
"Hold on," Archer said, disengaging from Saber. He looked at Rin. "Did you know he was a magus?"
"I doubt that even he knew he was a magus," Rin said.
"I actually did know," Shirou said weakly.
"Well, that makes explaining things easier," Saber and Rin said simultaneously. Surprised, Archer and Saber looked at Rin. But before either could say anything, they both flinched and looked to the north.
"Servant," Archer said.
"They're coming in really fast, too," Saber noted. He looked at Archer. "You think it could be Rider?"
Archer shook his head. "The signature's a bit too... wild for Rider."
"Then who-?" Rin started.
"They're here!" Saber and Archer said in unison. A low, rumbling growl emanated from behind Shirou. The present quartet turned to look at the newcomer.
His skin was bone white, his lower half clad in the remains of a black kimono. Tufts of crimson fur encircled his wrists, and a long black sword was clenched in his right claw. Black markings on his chest and neck converged into an X at the hollow of his throat, at the center of which was a hole clean through his body. His form was framed by a mane of orange hair, and over his face was a white mask, with black lines going down over the eyeholes. Two bull-like horns erupted from the mask's forehead.
"Berserker," Rin breathed.
And that's it for chapter 2! Ooooh, a new Servant! I wonder who it could be?! Guess in the reviews!
On a (slightly) more serious note, thank all of you that followed and favorited. That means so much to me. Other than that... yeah, not much for me to say. It's a bit shorter than I would like, but I saw a cliffhanger and I took it.
